Poisoned stimulus branch

  
We have all been poisoned by cheap mass cultures that have been degraded into a hopelessly sickening cesspool, as the prophets of Nineveh warned us all of old, and since then no new questions or answers have been allowed.

"The spirit plunders and steals in any case", said many, whose changing tongue is as much in favour of utility and not nobility today as it was in the past. Because everyone was nodding their heads in sheep's clothing, and had long known that they had to lick their arses and strive to survive without any upkeep, since they had to live with their pockets bulging. They made the truth, which could be coloured, into a blur. How many more autopsy corpses can the resurrection wait for?!

Sooner or later, the spirit of plundering and plundering will come back to everyone. They wash each other's fat-ass stains as if they could be cleaned easily.

They would tear our stigma-ridden skin and hang it to the four corners of the earth, if only they could change the miserable, cowering present by getting a decent job and a decent salary. For some reason, this cheap, indoors existence has dimmed to a cataract inside.

His reflex would open and grope about. The moving dirt, like a rattling streetcar, appears unless through the void of the deserted, alley-smelling night. Is there no reason to be afraid?! Who can know the answer to that? For there is no chance in trial and error.

On the wormy neck of Existence we see the howling, snarling faces of rabid dogs in wire loops. - We bathe in ice cubes that clomp incessantly, we numbly burn the gaps in communication!