UNCONDITIONAL ADMISSION

New-age transformers of human nature dominate your swampy, algae-lit tabloid media and how such a cultural show is fit for the masses of brainwashed mortals?! Once again, the backward mass man is claiming the right to be able to taunt and bully his happier few. The rhythmic clacking of desire telegraphs can be heard for a long time: "Money, profit here! Do you hear? He who is already a prisoner inside, can seldom be free outside!" 

A time of fulfillment, a vicious time, has carved unrecognizable stigma lines on the incisions of human faces; in the half-century of moonlit worlds, haunted by the splintering retreat of the splintered moon, unsuspecting mothers of children give birth and create their infant hopes for a better life. If it could be an echoing cave, the honey-cloud heart could tell many secrets. With the cheap promises of our handshakes, everyone tries to set the table for themselves at the honey trays' table. 

Many of them already stink of the rotting, stained afterlife cover of their disguise. Those who have wandered from the mud into this world of dragons are forced to thrive or dig their own graves! Our fate is a leaf, an outcast, a wandering leaf on a dead engraving. 

Inward-turning, wavering, wavering comet-light breaks through from one soul-stop to another, for it knows and feels the curvature of things is one and the same. Fervent fame and deliberate exhibitionist indifference infects and produces another chaotic theory of chaos. Even so, very, very few can gain absolute admission to our inner onion-skin circles!