TRANSITION INCLUDED

It's no longer a dignified instinct for life anymore, that there is no artificial jocularity, no twisting of sharp knives in hearts; no social-gap, degraded tsunami of vocabulary, no bittersweet living rot or other ignominy. It is merely life-est instinct mixed with survival - to protest, to rebel when I am, when the hurricane-voice of misdirected ore-chords seems to ring out poisonous hate instead of the word of Peace. 

The jackal-eyed, bitang latras of Existence are always hunting prey while they lie in ambush. Survival as shrunken, petty patheticness to propaganda brainwashed, welfare dreams washing out the thinking, creative brains of "homo sapiens". I am giddily digesting it, blaming myself. That even nowadays, hard and strict boundaries, exclusion zones called no-man's-land, divide the arrogance of power into tiny, miniature pieces, and that there is no crazier madness than to change things that have worked and work for a long time! 

I would like to disappear forever from the curious eyes of the world and shout out, like an alamusian herald: You are not and never were right! - When you scold and revile me in my individualistic creativity Oh! how distorted, how skewed the sustainable place of Existence itself has become in the unknown souls. He is confronted with a basic mathematical operation who thinks of the probability of thoughts and emotions.

Inside, I am greeted by an idiotic, congested, superficial emptiness: can the beast still be called human, when he gleefully plays his sadistic petty games on vulnerable and defenceless cowards? When he gives the chattering tooth fairy, stomping on over-height spikes, blood-clotting fever?! As if all were already the only violent pursuers of their own happiness, - but only for convenience do they submit, or become traitors!