A Day In the Life:Stella's Movie

pizza and nicotine another hungover morning beneath the thanatosphere threading through the beige stone walls and passing by the cloth puppets blinking away in profuse greeting living is but linen swaddling eating is but nourishing plastic nights are twinkling reds and yellows in mechanistic majesty angels are hovering nearby but only the dogs can hear them the sound of our soul is ten thousand different songs playing all at once, however there are billions of people and billions of machines