Automatons, clones - your choice.
Society is a fabricated joke
to please who? Your call.
The individuals aer becoming
an endangered species,
repressed by brand-names and hair dye.
"Give in. It's not that bad.
We have a place for you, too.
There's room for everyone."
I'd like to know where, but nobody
seems to want to tell me.
They want a prenuptiual agreement.
They won't get it from me.
- Jacqueline Audrey
