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said the Man. Peace. (had a run in with the law)

The City slowly turns everything colorful, interesting or intricate to a dull, monotonous and unfit mass of grayness. Its a well oiled machine, each cogwheel rotating in perfect harmony with its neighboring cogs. Perfect timing. A replica of our own lines. But its the hands that spin the cogs that get this machine going. The same hand which are supposed to be touched by the things that anger them so much. Its a fight - the City against Us. But for us, those masses of grayness are just canvases to work on, to improve on. And besides, this machine will sooner or later get rust in its hinges. Our paint doesn't thin. Haifa City.