In the metallic space, we breathe as we work the factory of the death machines. When in the factory we take jobs that humiliate us and cause the body to convulse in pain. We rationale it as it is work and we are getting paid. The needles and probes in our bodies are filled with dynamite and convulsions. The needles cause blood, pain, and red splashes on our cheeks. The defecation machines are humiliating and medication causes us to hallucinate. Yet somehow in this reign of pain and distortion, we develop rose colored eyes. The world around us is pink and our red and white polka dot bodies diminish the excruciating feeling on the line of extinction, between air and suffocation.
