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Round and round and round and round the cycle spins and spins and spins and spins. Dry and cut and frozen and alive and beating and pumping and spinning again. Sing to me silence and depression and life and love and darkness and death and rabid rabid rabid rabid.

Nice city. Quiet city. Silence explodes. Screams destroy. Darkness illuminates.

We are all mad here.