Breaking the pattern...
I went to work at the factory. Harmful production, everywhere something screams, lying, shining, a fog stands (ventilation does not work out), the faces of the workers are so harsh that you immediately want to drink a glass of vodka without snacking. The fact that they can smile is impossible to believe. For the fullness of the painting is missing some Ramstein...no, somewhere in the corner is ripped and the old magnetophone whispered: "...and kiss me everywhere 18 I have already..."...