The television again assaults my senses.
Yet all this technology forms a comfortable distance.
There is no need to do the division,
the world was polled, and here's your decision.
I feel I need some personal attention,
But all I get is some kind of technician.
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
The television again assaults my senses.
Yet all this technology forms a comfortable distance.
There is no need to do the division,
the world was polled, and here's your decision.
I feel I need some personal attention,
But all I get is some kind of technician.
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