Even inner instincts that do not lie to themselves will sooner or later deceive you; how many disappointments, how many petty, manipulative plots, humiliating shames, ugly secrets are still needed for the curse of fulfilled, self-tortured self-accusation to finally fall on the heads of individual people?! Because surprisingly many sluggish offenses still throb in the heart, which is the debtor of the restless, storm-battered Soul. The man who is in labor with Existence is constantly bled by his own judgment Fate.
As if the dream-devouring shadows were walking among us at the same time, because it happens that even among trusts and honesty that are in the process of decaying, everyone sooner or later becomes suspicious. Even those who - exceptionally - dream of culture are forced to stare at the big Celebrity-Ricky starlets shown live on the screens.
Why is the undulating abyss of airy happiness constantly included among man's desires, which he must lose anyway, since he is unable to keep it?! Like a serpentine road, man is being torn apart by the debasing, superficial crumbs of lies. Conspiratorial scheming and toasting are everywhere; because in vain do they regurgitate a whole series of honey-glazed promises twisted into baklava, if they have nothing to do with it, how can they make it come true?
The winding ****** of lies are also increasingly real and do not let go. The instincts have long been shaken by the ebb and flow of existence, nicknamed the permanent; the intestinal circular corridors, which it would have been good for people to walk through at least once of their own free will, are already dwindling in ever-accelerating final beats. A truly feeling heart would do better to inject a little vigilance into the coronary arteries that are beginning to become blocked, which are difficult to operate on with steady hands. He who lives scratches and bruises.
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 2:05 AM UTC
Even inner instincts that do not lie to themselves will sooner or later deceive you; how many disappointments, how many petty, manipulative plots, humiliating shames, ugly secrets are still needed for the curse of fulfilled, self-tortured self-accusation to finally fall on the heads of individual people?! Because surprisingly many sluggish offenses still throb in the heart, which is the debtor of the restless, storm-battered Soul. The man who is in labor with Existence is constantly bled by his own judgment Fate.
As if the dream-devouring shadows were walking among us at the same time, because it happens that even among trusts and honesty that are in the process of decaying, everyone sooner or later becomes suspicious. Even those who - exceptionally - dream of culture are forced to stare at the big Celebrity-Ricky starlets shown live on the screens.
Why is the undulating abyss of airy happiness constantly included among man's desires, which he must lose anyway, since he is unable to keep it?! Like a serpentine road, man is being torn apart by the debasing, superficial crumbs of lies. Conspiratorial scheming and toasting are everywhere; because in vain do they regurgitate a whole series of honey-glazed promises twisted into baklava, if they have nothing to do with it, how can they make it come true?
The winding ****** of lies are also increasingly real and do not let go. The instincts have long been shaken by the ebb and flow of existence, nicknamed the permanent; the intestinal circular corridors, which it would have been good for people to walk through at least once of their own free will, are already dwindling in ever-accelerating final beats. A truly feeling heart would do better to inject a little vigilance into the coronary arteries that are beginning to become blocked, which are difficult to operate on with steady hands. He who lives scratches and bruises.
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