Hit Me Baby One More Time

Hit me baby one more time 101010 Domi Matrix show me how you want it to be A click here and an Enter there I’ll twist the algorithm in you into the formula in me. Tell me, baby, cause I need to know now where our beaches will strand. Another night another flight meandered and brought the forgotten image nearer. Closer, closer comes hand to face further, further feels obstacle from place Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know? About crying lobsters and wild Bugatti’s Goldberg variations played by Joe Rogan gothic ornaments in an IKEA manual and wanderlusts challenged with tweezers. How was I supposed to know that we the era of juxtaposition was thus as concrete as ever? Something wasn’t right, yeah. Lemme tell you bout that light that night I touched the database and gave it the juice and all that came out was wonders and doubts. Words blurted out onto the screen of reason spoken in a Victorian tone. Medusa’s hair fell out and I ain’t got the comb to straighten the knots. Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know that meaning is generated prefabricated in a reoccurring trend. And yet baby give me a sign?