"...There's definitely, definitely, definitely no logic...
Human, human, human, human..."
You open you eyes as the song fades to an end, a classic Bjork tune... You realize you
are now lying on your back in cool damp grass at a small outdoor venue you do not
recognize. The audience around you applauds in a polite Icelandic way, and you sit up
in time to see her take a bow and leave the stage.
You've always loved her! Your passion knows no bounds! You must see her! You
hurry towards the stage. As you get nearer you call to get her attention. "Bjork! Bjork!
It's me!"
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