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ever kind of get the feeling we're all fucked? like somebody pushed a knob marked 'self destruct', with no chance for us to intervene. we just laugh with jaws dangling slack and gawp at our protracted collapse beamed in 4K onto a screen. so settle down, we've so much misery to view. all the worst and most evil and stupidest stuff that we humans love to do
cos economically we're queuing up in the poverty line, (can you spare a dime?) and yes, we've made a fucking mess of the sea and the air's fucked and filthy and everything's dying and you've gotta keep an eye out with I.S. just about to kill you all the time, assuming that the cancer doesn't get you first. try not to worry though, we'll probably be fine.
the news mostly just makes me depressed, the flatlining NHS, and the brexit IQ test we couldn't pass. flicking through to see who's blowing who to bits, donnie tweets that we need to arm the kids as 30 more get shot up in class. the world's appetite for far right politicking grows. he got the year wrong but otherwise orwell was sort of worryingly on the nose
cos economically we're queuing up in the poverty line, (can you spare a dime?) and yes, we've made a fucking mess of the sea and the air's fucked and filthy and everything's dying and you've gotta keep an eye out with I.S. just about to kill you all the time, assuming that the cancer doesn't get you first. try not to worry though, we'll probably be okay
what shall we get upset by today? the middle east, or southern trains, or the west bank? hard not to get numb to the horrors when each time you blink there's another ten, and you've only so much despair in the tank.
cut to the news - anchor stares through his autocue display. "...400 dead and rising" he smiles, signing off with "now you have a lovely day"
cos economically we're queuing up in the poverty line, (can you spare a dime?) and yes, we've made a fucking mess of the sea and the air's fucked and filthy and everything's dying and you've gotta keep an eye out with I.S. just about to kill you all the time, assuming that the cancer doesn't get you first. try not to worry though, we'll probably be fine.

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from We'll Probably Be Fine, released February 8, 2021

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