TRANSLATOR CURVE

In its great writhing mass of men, the will-lessness encloses. Street-thieving secret speeches make intellectuals and freethinkers vomit bile! They cover each other's sins with their inferior halves. Often more vulnerable than mortal memory. An accusing prophet-relic, a historical example of slavery - it often happens - many lose their human focus. 

From their howling, ripper-ridden monkey-mouths, they reek of filth-formalin, obscenity-penis, and all vomit. Collected snake-eyes cannot disappear without a trace. Engrossed, brainwashed bodies and skulls are trapped on the shabby cavity walls of pumped grids, for they cannot understand the unique symbiosis of redeeming, proud light. 

Their accusing instincts can reach to the gut. Already on the life-fibres of many a coagulated Icarus wing-node is melting; with squashed pupils, who dares question the pseudo-laws of the mighty: echoing and echoing, it reaches the deep caverns of every mortal soul. The light of the curious eyes of the inquisitive Jackal-hyenas, eager to probe, turns to molasses-darkness. A noisy, playground cacophony trumpets in coconut heads, and one cannot be sure: who was the first to make the last mistake?! 

Like industrious cells of molecules, memories of fear and timid cowardice circulate in everything. As a wounded, outcast animal, the happiness of others everywhere should be the real joy - but it is not. The trembling, eternal boy who lives in you may soon find that cursed adulthood is not the light-hearted fun it once was. - In slow-motion, anxious of everyone, you chaotically settle back into a fetal position and continue to tolerate and allow yourself to be wiped up like a dishrag!