Times are changing fast here in the clockwork orange, things are moving fast, one day you are here another your are gone, but time is relative as well as perception, in the clockworking orange everything is precised but some of us are not mathematical equations but a blur of luck walking among others,
I will come back here sometimes to the cold steal morning and the individuality, to the artificial beauty of this machine...
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