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You're television incarnate, Diana.

Indifferent to suffering,
insensitive to joy.

All of life is reduced
to the common rubble of banality.

War, murder, death -
all the same to you as bottles of beer.

And the daily business of life
is a corrupt comedy.

You even shatter the sensations of time and space
into split seconds and instant replays.

You're madness, Diana.
Virulent madness.

And everything you touch
dies with you.