Hello, is there anybody out there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anybody home?
Isolation is not good for me.
Isolation.
I don't want to sit on the lemon tree…
Quarantine, not quite.
Selffulfilling isolation.
Home + office = Homeoffice.
Things that do not belong together.
The virus is here. The virus is crisis.
Crisis is hysteria. Two crises are more than one crisis.
Always fascinating when the plural is different.
May the llama rot on the bottom of that elevator shaft.
There is a new Corona in town.
Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one
When you gonna give me some time, Corona?
Ooh, you make my motor run, my motor run
Got it comin' off of the line, Corona
Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, ay, ah, woh!
M-m-m-my Corona
Come a little closer, hon, a-will you, hon?
Close enough to look in my eyes, Corona
Keep it in a mystery, you're kissing me
Running down the length of my thighs, Corona
Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, ay, ah, woh!
M-m-m-my Corona
M-m-m-my Corona
When you gonna give to me, g-give to me?
Is it just a matter of time, Corona?
Is it d-d-destiny, d-destiny?
Or is it just a game in my mind, Corona?
Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, ay, ah, woh!
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, ay, ah, woh!
M-m-m-my Corona
M-m-m-my Corona
M-m-m-my Corona
M-m-m-my Corona
Oh, my Corona
Oh, my Corona
Oh, my Corona
Strange lyrics, these are.
Stupid they are.
Speak they should not.
Today is Sunday, the 22nd of March 2020.
0202 Hcram fo dn22 eht, yadnus si yadot.
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