But in the end my friend and I just were given birth to in the country famous for tax evasion, women’s tennis and child rapists.
So we don’t devour entire universes in one swallow
but merely bad chocolate from the night shop.
And we don’t even smoke joints,
because nobody wanted to or could sell us a cigarette that night.
Trying to acquire both items proved to be utmost fun though.
A lot more fun than a building like this was designed for,
unless you would be a hypocrite with a preference for dressing up in black and white robes, forcing unwanted intimacy upon children.