[From one of John Doe's journals]
What sick ridiculous puppets we are / and what gross little stage we dance on / What fun we have dancing and **** / Not a care in the world / Not knowing that we are nothing / We are not what was intended.
[From one of John Doe's journals]
What sick ridiculous puppets we are / and what gross little stage we dance on / What fun we have dancing and **** / Not a care in the world / Not knowing that we are nothing / We are not what was intended.