CLOSED CIRCLE ASSEMBLY
Borrowed, pitiful promises, sneaky digs again. Again, tense platitudes, awkward cross-examinations on the cyber lines of brainwashed dirty media. A permanent, deliberately controlled Orwellian presence by a system that manufactures lies and licks soles, while the population in the countryside is still dwindling and poverty is raging. Is there a loose, alienated permanence in snail-heads, who can only nod or dare depending on who they can hope for the profitable benefit from?
In the pursuit of pleasure, materially prepared existences and not harmonious, radiating happiness are the only authorities. - Overdriven, nervous-spasm shepherd's watches try to eviscerate the accustomed spontaneity from senses and instincts at all costs. While some people walk in the true clouds, the average majority turn into sure beggars of love again, because they are unable to understand the One-Essence: they have become slaves of money and relationships. Everyone burns out sooner, like the stars wandering in the ice-cold fog of the once more peaceful planets and cosmos.
Everyone irretrievably loses himself to Death at the decisive moment. Even twisted male passion is already disguised with curves of conscious unhappiness. Seasonal goals immediately deceive and deceive, since no special merit or prize-generating privilege can be attached to them. Career desires satisfied at the expense of others, form-breaking performance bands in the hellish stages of their calmed-down lives. The present doesn't even think about today. Inability likes the tangled chain of emotional promises that fill the empty spaces: "One day we will actually live better!" - until then, we should definitely endure a few more dwindling comic centuries or get rid of them as soon as possible!
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Written on February 04, 2024
Submitted by oasev on February 03, 2024
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