It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. Here nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.

 

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    I like this. i laughed. out loud.
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    it’s kinda sad how true this is
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    hey at least i’m ridin the middle..for those who dont know i play bass
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    you can blend levels of narcissism into this chart as well
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