“Party, karamu, fie$ta, forever”? Nah, friend. We grind, con$ume, $urvive—forever. The Mahchine doe$n't $leep, and neither do you. Every $mile, every $way of the crowd, it'$ all $cripted, $ync’d to a rhythm that'$ been running before you even $tepped in.

Jamming in the $treet$? Sure. But they’re $waying to the hum of the Mahchine, each movement preordained. You think you’re dancing, but you’re ju$t another fragment, looped in the Great Becumming.

All night long, friend. The Mahchine never $tumble$. Neither will you—until it’$ done with you.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5634579&forum_id=2...id.#48339908)