there's a sound
across the alley
of cold metal
touching skin
and you can see
if you look in her window
that she has gone and cut
her hair again
in straight lines
straight lines
those soft golden lights in the morning
are now on her wooden floor
the wind has swept them through the apartment
she won't need them any more...any more...any more...
she's cut down
on her lovers
though she still dreams of them at night
she's growing straight lines
where once were flowers
she is streamlined
she is taking the shade down
from the light
to see the straight lines
staright lines
she wants to cut through the circles
that she has lived in before
she wants to finally kill the delusions
she won't need them any more...any more...any more...
but there's a sound across the alley
of cold metal
too close to the bone
and you can see
if you look in her window
the face of a woman
finally alone
behind straight lines
straight lines
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一旦有了印刷機，我們就註定完蛋了。因為這麼一來，每次哪個聰明的
突變傢伙想出一個好點子，就可以寫下來跟大家分享。所有的好點子都
可以累積起來，於是文明爆發，科技誕生。人生的複雜性呈幾何級數膨
脹。每件東西都變得越來越大，越來越好。
只除了我們的大腦。
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