Cursed city of whores and pimps

I start believing that I live 20 km away from the moon.
Because I loose stable contact with reality.
Dirty power, probably bloody sparrows sitting on wires.
"You better watch out for what you say to yourself.
Because it might just turn out that you are actually listening".
Damn. And I didn't come up with this earlier????
Cursed city of whores and pimps, and in that city, I.
Jell-O like consumptionism sticks to the walls, and in the air you can smell the stench of stale snobbery
Latch on to someone else's ideas, when I lack my own.
I don't know.
I don't understand so many things,though I try so hard.

Conformism or helplessness???