Among freshly innervated feelings, it is increasingly difficult to declare that mere Existence is a sure haven. The multiple fatigue of increased attractions and repulsions still consumes its members, in times of disprivilegedness, "some" beg for lucky privileges to their liking, while you have exploited their ancient indifference, profit-gain can only be squeezed out of the average.
They impose the duties of bribery and petty devilish manipulations on the simple average man in every step, because they know exactly that even if he were to speak out in the matter of his self-defense, there is no human law or legislation that would enforce its unquestionable truth for all time. Out there, they are hanging on a string with their slutty sins that can be swept under the carpet, who could have seen helpless, seething-smelling debauchery these days?! Nowadays, free robberies are still more important than the crowded congregations of educated human beings. Today, it is already resounding pathos-lost, bleak sermons, base emotions would not make a truce for a single minute, because why would they?!
Anyone who is already over forty is faced with the fact that they are faithfully guarding and cherishing in their narrowed veins, like a time bomb, the blood clots suspected of being a heart attack. It is as if everyone is already terrified by superstitious cock-talks into permanent, lied-to traitors; a pulling hesitation tightens their caring, visceral members like a string. Like the small but all the more important stars of a football match in crystal vases, they fall, clanging into the Nirvana-nothing, intentionally hidden away because no one was willing to pay enough attention to them.
An Angel, who looks like a ********** on duty, might even talk to the person for a good salary, just so that he doesn't have to go to a psychologist. The moments that were thought to be wasteful - I fear - are already They are irretrievable. Because everyone who exists is running madly into an indifferent, deaf tunnel, and sooner or later the whining Promethean Time will also be devoured by Someone.
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 1:25 AM UTC
Among freshly innervated feelings, it is increasingly difficult to declare that mere Existence is a sure haven. The multiple fatigue of increased attractions and repulsions still consumes its members, in times of disprivilegedness, "some" beg for lucky privileges to their liking, while you have exploited their ancient indifference, profit-gain can only be squeezed out of the average.
They impose the duties of bribery and petty devilish manipulations on the simple average man in every step, because they know exactly that even if he were to speak out in the matter of his self-defense, there is no human law or legislation that would enforce its unquestionable truth for all time. Out there, they are hanging on a string with their slutty sins that can be swept under the carpet, who could have seen helpless, seething-smelling debauchery these days?! Nowadays, free robberies are still more important than the crowded congregations of educated human beings. Today, it is already resounding pathos-lost, bleak sermons, base emotions would not make a truce for a single minute, because why would they?!
Anyone who is already over forty is faced with the fact that they are faithfully guarding and cherishing in their narrowed veins, like a time bomb, the blood clots suspected of being a heart attack. It is as if everyone is already terrified by superstitious cock-talks into permanent, lied-to traitors; a pulling hesitation tightens their caring, visceral members like a string. Like the small but all the more important stars of a football match in crystal vases, they fall, clanging into the Nirvana-nothing, intentionally hidden away because no one was willing to pay enough attention to them.
An Angel, who looks like a ********** on duty, might even talk to the person for a good salary, just so that he doesn't have to go to a psychologist. The moments that were thought to be wasteful - I fear - are already They are irretrievable. Because everyone who exists is running madly into an indifferent, deaf tunnel, and sooner or later the whining Promethean Time will also be devoured by Someone.
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