PERFORMANCE

Ungrateful, ungrateful, ungrateful, dame-creature: a giggling arc of embracing nonsense. Threatening, cursing, insulting, petty geese, bachelor-boys with a mania for grandiosity; pathetic thought-runs, one on top of the other, are flying back and forth, while it is only possible to torment the boorish tirade, bungled as a mistake. It is not worth clinging to in this duplicitous, hypocritical age. Even the Universe, thought to be immortal, has become a whore-lady, a cheap piece of meat to be easily passed on. 

Even speech can be rewritten with honeyed slogans, chewed-up, recycled, outdated catchphrases - no wonder that the defenceless baby voices forgotten in the machine depths of incubators are now washed away by the wind and memory. It's easy for a night's adventures to turn into a new blossoming of dead relationships-romances are created and born. The vulnerable and beaten by life can no longer be happy or balanced in 2018. 

New performance wages, inflation, slave-driving bosses, who can be paid out again and again, slave-driving bosses, who are reborn from their ashes, who are reborn again, let them go and serve a despised perfectionism, a self-delusion, a flat, useless ideal, where the shipwrecked career ship has long since sunk. - Celebrity celebrities cast in nimbus do the nice thing all day long: stupefying the good people with rich milk and butter. 

Standing in fourteen-hour shifts, forced to vegetate like dead mummies, night and day, falling into the abyss of their own making, and becoming helpless suicides. The willful blind, the deaf and dumb neurotic, are now boldly trampling over each other!