He was stood by the corridor on the train and it was full. Hundreds of equally bored commuters going to their boring jobs; all dressed in long coats, in suits, long dresses and all looked glum. But it was fine for Egg Head had his music on and it was maxed out. A woman wearing a gray trouser suit pushed past him. She glared at him and never even excused herself. Egg Head wouldn’t have heard her but he’d have seen her lips move.
An unkindness in the lure a conspiracy craving more I cannot adapt, I’m sure! in this insanity I adore the murder of the flock the hands of the ticking clock I cannot tell if this is reality or if it’s not
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