...now i feel like LdV, imagining the word 'psychedelic' in the monotony
of seemingly unmonotonous routines that add up to the death toll of brain cells.
would you count with me?
one...two...three...
million of them digging their own graves in the recesses of the subconscious,
while the conscious tries desperately to keep up with ruckus, ruckus,
ranting, panting, fighting in trenches
against the GERMans.
