POSTMODERN ZOO

The man of the present postmodern age is inoculated with greedy crudeness, with deliberate business-like leeching and palaver, like a constantly feeding, inedible leech parasite. The human enigma, which has deceived and defrauded itself a million times, shows its ever more advantageous physiognomy as a vile Janus face. 

The teardrop, playing hide-and-seek from time to time, is like a cracked eggshell, a precise and accurate depiction of eviscerating conditions, so that the more profits reaped in surplus by the methods of predatory economies must be pocketed and put aside by those whose intention is to open a business here. - A bellowing mass of sheep, a gang of scavengers, a mob of sheep, all sharing like sheep, running, screaming, clinging to a cheap Black Friday action with a free password, because they have a single, pure goal in front of them, brainwashed: to buy and want.

The risk of being kidnapped is more likely to chain them up - but it's not likely to let them go. Limited teenage hippies, cherishing luxury dreams, juggling parents' coffers, see the whole rat-chewed capital as party toys; a bold claim, not an objective assertion, that Life has become. To quibble with Vakhitű Sorss is undignified anyway. 

The twitchable, nodding puppets of this present Sign hang on their eyebrows, for nothing is allowed that is forbidden but everything can be tried if there is enough money! Stuffed wrecks of men may be embraced by the preaching foolishness and unworthy promise that can be broken further: for a vile sack of potatoes my life's principle! And already all the world's indifferent all goes on and on. 

One is trampled upon by one by one by one by bald-brained skinnheaded, botoxed, wax-sculpture-faced, debauched star-wives. It is no wonder that, despite free counselling, the number of suicidal contemplatives among sensationalist miserable people is on the increase!