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  • RELENTLESS CYCLE


     


    Somehow we are already measuring ourselves on a daily basis. The doubt that we know lies dormant, and our chattering, chattering, chattering brain is already frantically chirping about the troubles of the next day. Slowly we fall out of this age - like sober lunatics. Perhaps the forgotten, rathartic equilibrium still exists, may exist somewhere - the Promethean chin of our self-pity, individually induced, would be wailing incessantly on repeat if it were up to us alone to take the course of action!

    O irrefutable absurdity of man-consuming, nerve-wasting labours should not be all in vain, if the majority are already brainwashed into a squalor! To know, in our maddened and divided minds, That morality and culture will be buried by this vile, mortal Time, if we cannot stubbornly shackle the thread of memory and free reason! And if we do not guard ourselves morally, it will bite us! Man, believe me, as an absurd-grotesque animal, may soon lose his reason, if he is drawn into the mad rebellion of the masses!

    Ruthless chase-tactics are still going on unvarnished-all will fall into folly if the barbarism of stupid savagery becomes fashionable again! It's a obliquity-text that inspires smiling idiocy, wondering how many more people can move into the experimental conditions of a villa-home on public display with all-comfort requirements, while under the gaze of treacherous, curious cameras, a treacherous crowd of people watches in stress-unconsciousness, yet with the eyes of a manipulable country open!

    Somehow we weigh ourselves with prejudices, with more severe and ominous self-criticisms, while we prefer to wear sporty or grimly dressed Adam and Eve costumes, and under the surface of curved mirrors, we cling to our hidden selves with confidence only when the innovative ideas of possibilities are already walking a tightrope under us, - and we often stagger over precipices, derailed by the thought of suicides!

     

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