Quotable lightness

  
Our useless, saleable existence has become a shame. For from shameful, faded masses of humanity no noble Enkiduk nor pitiful Ophelia were wrought. Awning wings were silently drawn before our cataracted eyes. For it is always a painful realisation to him who sees in us the map of old ages.

The instincts of rocks and molecules have been deceived and deceived by the hungry careerist's bed, and the greedy sense of success. Often the hope of sleep has become hurtful. The mind was distorted by the exhibitionist pose assumed, - instincts dragged the impressionable thought after them on a leash.

The brainwashed gangs of brainwashed idiots can never be a culture-creating, redemptive mission - it is better to listen to a more restless, self-consuming time of judgment broken down into tones - our fearful memory is only reeled up by the tongue-twisting play of dirty, tabloid slang and barbarisms.

Is this now deliberately accelerated decay now everyone's excuse? The censorship-caps that cling to us have tried in vain to silence our red mouths, and while a people is depopulated by these social gaps treated as common, our world, which cannot continue, is dying with it.

The back-binding, stoic thread of Being is wounded, wounded, as often as one deliberately seeks his own benefit and grows to a man. While up there they raise a Pantheon of remembrance from howling failures, Perseverance is already drenched in mud, and there is no one to lift up a helping right.

Nations bear witness to the now intended disunion Sharing their incipient independence: Separate little leaders dictate while they can with their puffed out chests. Do smart people really look like idiots?!