00:00 I was thinking it would be out of date very soon, but that didn't happen.

00:07 A broken mirror.

00:11 The eyes are the mirror of the soul. Because I don't see anything else. No mouth, no chin, no teeth, no smile, no frown.

00:24 Your hair curls in the breeze, and maybe, just maybe, you're sticking your tongue out. Maybe you're not human under that mask. Maybe you're a wolf with human eyes, a raven with a human wig. Maybe you simply are not. Just a mask beneath the mask, a scarecrow, a robot.

00:51 Maybe the mask is meant to hide the radio that substitutes your voice. Maybe the mask is meant to hide that I alone remain the last human on this rock. We are all the last human on this rock. When we all disappear, become invisible, like a tiny virus. Lethal like salvia, lethal like a cup, lethal like a hug, lethal like a handshake, and other weapons of mass destruction.

01:28 All right, and the second one. I only have one verse, and it was probably sent to me from the army, because I just thought of it on the way, like about a typewriter. So I'll build that one verse and see if something more comes.

01:49 Yesterday, the last key on the last typewriter was struck. It was five minutes to midnight in a small wooden cabin. I can't remember the street name, I can't remember the street, but it's number five something, and somewhere in Patagonia. And I know what you're thinking. You're like, "My grandma has a typewriter somewhere. My grandfather, he still uses his." But no, yesterday you would have been right. But at 9.55, your grandfather's typewriter stopped working. At 10.05, your grandmother's typewriter stopped working.

02:41 But wait, what about, you were here when Taiko brought his silly little typewriter along like some boho. He sure still has it, and I'm sure he thinks he does. But yesterday, at 6.05, Taiko's typewriter got stolen.

03:05 The pictures on the security camera are unclear. We don't know if the thief is male or female.

03:12 He was wearing black clothes and a mask, so nobody knows. But we do know this. He went to the Moldova to a church bridge, and the only thing we do know is that the thief was in love with Tyko. Sorry, I'm dropping energy. Tyko, when the police came, and he ran away and accidentally dropped the last poem written on the typewriter, along with the typewriter itself, into the wall cover. And perhaps, one day it will be found and people will start typing again, proper poems. Until then, C'est la vie.

03:59 Still pondering the meaning of poetry as he went step by step by step towards his fate.

04:13 I'm just filming, I'm not filming anything, I'm just putting this in my Willy script.

04:19 Willy script, my Willy script. It's like the most interesting days. I'm willing to invest in that, I'm willing to invest in that shit. Ah, no secret folks, go out about the Willy script. And I will issue Willy stocks. I have stock in Willy script.