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I’ve been wandering around in circles

Puzzled, like a brainless street magician

Oh, no, this has nothing to do

with that laser-eyed little s**t

who just stole my time machine key

 

It’s those things:

Floating wrecked cars

Information-polluted oxygen

Monks with binary codes stamped on the back of their heads

Robo-beggars, begging for spare batteries

Extremely grey dead bodies, being eaten by steel vultures

 

Guess I’ll just let the laser-eyed little s**t

feast upon my only key

Despite the looks of it,

this hellhole is much better than where I was before