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A short story by David Bowie. (via)

why are we here?
to melt the icecaps & die?
in our daze such thugs inhere-- why are we? Here,
like buzzards feeding or like clowns-for-hire
we call until we hit the wall of voodoo:
why are we here
to melt the icecaps, & die.

Blumenfeld Counter-Gambit.