ON-CALL IN THIS AGE

In the modern-day throng of gigolos and performance poseurs, this vile crowd of people keeps awake what I try to forget, and shares the intoxicating din of the loud cork. Morality, morality, a realistic awareness of the difficulty of giving what other Western European countries have equal, is obvious. 

The creative-avant-garde brain of free-thinkers is in a disillusioned, nonsensical, grotesque world that is repeatedly crawling and toppling over itself. Their wild-sencestral word-play simultaneously destroys and creates tongue-destroying apocalypses, with a torrent of pests. In the deep-seated, filthy masses of societies, whoever praises and wishes to enjoy this justly infamous age, wills to wallow with will.- Hence it is that I cast my judging fury unmercifully on those who preached like priests of a better world, and yet everything remains as it was. 

Snarling, a camp of insidiously petty snake-tongued camps head for their new paradise of small-comfort earthly Eden, where more dough is promised in undignified false bargains - there remain the ragtag, even those born to the offspring. In the wake of savages, it is often better to betray. If there could be some way the restless man-whore would be glad to run, to make himself a decent living. But here the law is of a different kind, and not just another stinking medal on somebody's breast. Whoever becomes a traitor here, while the sheep are silent, the dregs of the sheeple will sooner or later boil out of the dregs of the sheep-people!