Pervasive and persuasive, around since the dawn of capturing pictures in a photo. Is it real? Sure how could it not be? Reality built on sand, each grain a potential rollover merchant. The tracks tonight soundtrack an age increasing chaos, seeing is believing... or is it? Nothing makes sense anymore, not eve that sentence. Deep fakes real takes no sense it makes lets raise the stakes and burn your yumyum matrix steaks. Blue or red should have stayed in bed. Trust your ears doubt your eyes and covet thy neighbours spuds. A nation built on tae and biscuit factories. Peow peow the Brits areat it agin. Train your to trust in the tracks ahead.
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