same old buzz in the speakers in the “news” in the fly wings bashing against the closed, sadist window in the head of the question monger circling a negative feedback loop that drives her/him/they (choose your pronoun) loopy in the endless ocean as captured by the conch shell in the mouths of gossips who suck hard candy scandal to sweeten a deathly breath same old buzz same old news same old wind chased by crippled homespun kites that never really catch flight same old Sunday morning of mornings exploded with sudden springtime freshness a born again savior like never before so put that in your pipe and smoke it all you workaholic addicts of monotony it might just blow your mind or at very least the buzz that fills it.