NEEDLEWRITER

Sometimes I do, truly remeber, there was this some kind of group of people. Were they alive? Noone ever saw them, just knew they existed. Some called them this, some that. But what was it about them. Noone knew exactly. Something unfamiliar, different, strange was going on with them these days, and noone could tell what. Literaly, there were many studies, done secretly, to pierce through to the aboutness of them. Nothing discovered, unfortunatly. The study thrown away, marked „BORED AS FUCK, LOST TIME DOING IT, AND UNFORTUNATELY MONEY”. The science society was stunned, with the conclusion that there never was such a bothering group of people here on Earth. They were so dull, and anoying that they decided to remove them away. It goes like this.
They would with their so called interestingness get under your skin, take you out, offer unforgetable nights out, parties, eliteness, high class stuff, like art and alike. But when you get home, they are still there, somehow, under your skin, itching, eating you up, manipulating, trying you out, tempting you
„COME ON OUR SIDE” and sometimes you do, unknowlingly, unwanting and you discover
„WHAT FUCKING LIERS AND MANIPULATORS AND PIECES OF SHIT” and you fall ill because of the pure, utter, comlete snobishness of them. Achievers call them not. You found out they bought their status of them.
We tried, we really, really tried to reduce them to one word, but what word to use to such a large group of people, to be polite about it. We couldn’t bare the tip of the tounge of feeling, so we called for help again. We asked some guy for the BASEMENT street downtown, apparetly he knows all the secrets of the world we live in. He lives in the sewers, he made a block of the sewers his apartmant, because he had no money and was a some sort of hippie, the glitch in the matrix guy nowdays.
He answered the phone, we explained in short notice what was it about.
He sighed, poorly….. made an unbearable screeching laugh and said „Ask them about music, and put some on.”