It is two thousand and five now

And if you survive till two thousand and five
I hope you’re exceedingly thin
for if you are stout you will have to breathe out
while the people around you breathe in, breath in

Pink Floyd, Point me at the sky (1968)



  1. Jussi: Siksikö “Ne” suunnitelee nyt ihmisen lennättämistä Marsiin?

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