1 minute of weirdness

I don't know.
And what I don't want to know I dont know anymore.
"Moving on, Moving on, Moving on" like a bad song stuck in my head at this stage.
Lost count of all the things that I wasnt supposed to do that weren't my fault.
Like "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" Doesnt stop the evil, it just stops it effecting you.
Or something. Or something. Good name for a rock opera. Ten seconds left in this minute... Squawk.