¬ yesterday

Where then lies utopia, and what if the memories are merely old hits rebranded anew?
AH, she says to the lagerintoxikation, yesterday, for example, you did not laugh in such a way and it makes it easier, sunnier somehow and then the meadow's forbidden grass and the blue skies turn gray
and the world becomes news - more news and more headfucks and towards the power station more news rise up like a crane and appear everywhere and strike us in no particular order with each and everyone involved.