Tiny little circles, they keep spinning ('round and 'round and 'round...)
Meanwhile they prove nothing. Tiny little circles of logic, history, fashion, shame -- they just keep spinning and spinning and SPINNING!
Foolish, freakish, foul geometry, the circle.
Center on this, mutherfuckin' hoop!
It's small wonder our type grew so fond of the right angle. Our trustworthy, defiant, powerful structure (gift of Satan?) never left us to struggle with unanswered questions or numbers that never end.
FUCK YOU! Fuck every one of your 360 degrees.
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