AGE-IMAGE
It is as if the human wreckage were lying in delirious dazes choked with a drug smile everywhere, falling into the blind, deliberately gullible ravines of themselves. In contrast, some of the occasional Divas issued to snobs chatter as if they already knew everything better than those who had worn the gallows benches of the Inquisition universities for seven full years.
What could have gone so easily into ruin, sinking into a muddy, sticky nothingness?! Among the neurotic tremors of the train tracks, where even the occasional suicide flirts may prefer to hide; for everyone is already an integral part of the eternal game of cat and mouse chess, everyone is suspicious, who is not nodding wake up Hansel, John yes.man-the Free-think arises for himself that there may still be some hiding people who like to use their convoluted brains, their sunflower heads. It would not be cheap for anyone to push himself away easily, like a ridiculous piece of cloth that started to crumble.
Dubious relationships, too, which, with increasing probability calculation, usually end in total break-up - in most cases-due to material interests, could exceptionally speak of trust that is difficult to obtain, keep, and experience, as if they were secret chains of honesty - but they can no longer be, because the ghosts of material goods broadcast massed, manipulative TV advertising campaigns like seconds.
And the long-awaited miracles have been tripped or twisted one after the other endlessly under themselves, and the same thing has begun, almost twenty years ago, and it has been deadly boring; it still has so much to endure! But for whom? And when the decade of bondage has passed, will the little men fall out more and more easily, like the marbles of brainwashed links of decayed, rotting teeth?! He has moved away, and at the same time an extended Hangman's time haunts me again...
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Written on December 01, 2023
Submitted by oasev on November 30, 2023
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