We can limp blinkered and deaf and sell our glories in momentum of hysterical unity in pointless labour we find refuge in house of cards and in ignorant bliss we kiss the *** of solidarity profane in self defeating joy
We can see only as we want to see the less we know the more comfort of sleep walking in magical hues in fertile plains of arch nonentities globulus minds flow vituperate oceans ofΒ Β red herrings and we eat fish and fibs