THE PAPER CROWN OF HUMILITY
Has Humanity been banned everywhere? Depraved, backward human hordes dictate their bacchanalian-daridocious regimes of cheap vulnerability, of prostitution for sale, for sale. From the crossfire of starving murderous eyes, where can they hide, who still have the sacred romance still flaming and pulsating, the last refuge of salvation?!
Disciplined, culture-denouncing neighbors instantly tear apart, shred the grotesque truths of their curved mirrors. Like tamed frogs, or amphibious tamers: the individual individual's free thought is nowadays drowned in bribable taming. Even the stars play on the cosmos-sphere of other voices, while they form trapezoidal pots instead of celestial planets; it is easier now to find spiny-bellied, spiky-bellied newt-passers by the sackful than to find hunched, alamusian Prophets in a ring of false witnesses.
Conspiratorial bribery is also in vogue among squid-eared office grubbers and blood-sucking leech officials. And while wholesome dreaming would grow to be sure to recreate the rich soul's honey-rayed texture the most anglicized, water-headed words of snappy jokes are unfairly ignored in this declining era.
Scandals grow on alphabetical heaps of files, so that if one enters the inevitable and ready-to-organise progress, one may be discouraged by the haram of the firm and one's enthusiasm may be overthrown. The triumph of a triumph of no-good personalities, conjured out of torture and bribed dreams, shines brightly and proclaims some contagious, rabble-rousing, brain-shriveling disease. And those more deserving of the right silently pull down to the outside the sacred paper crown of their humility!