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Could someone please just tell me what happened? I mean, first we paid for fast-food that will make us all fat and tired. So then we pay for elevators, so we won't have to climb the 3 stairs up to our apartments. Then we buy freaking stairmaster machines so we can burn away while watching someone make real food on TV. Now if that doesn't make us winners, I don't know what will. I bet we would hang ourselves if the world would just cut us a slack. And now you think maybe you should see a shrink, help (me) feel alive again, yeah, that's a plan! Just tell us who to pay.
See, it's really all about time and choice. The fast food saves us enough time to squeeze lunch in exactly when we want it. The elevators save us just a little more, the stairmaster let us choose exactly when to walk the stairs. Time is so important these days, it's becoming a fucking disease, and I guess in a way it is since it's bound to kill us all in the end. Now with all the time and money we stashed away on others' expenses, I can only assume that the tickets to hell are really expensive. For some reason, it's important to be first in line.
See, it's really all about time and choice. The fast food saves us enough time to squeeze lunch in exactly when we want it. The elevators save us just a little more, the stairmaster let us choose exactly when to walk the stairs. Time is so important these days, it's becoming a fucking disease, and I guess in a way it is since it's bound to kill us all in the end. Now with all the time and money we stashed away on others' expenses, I can only assume that the tickets to hell are really expensive. For some reason, it's important to be first in line.
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