NO WAY OUT

Here, my dear, there is hardly any way out left, October is bewitching the trees into red oranges, until they become skeletons with rattling bones, we are one with ourselves on a road consecrated by the vibrating scales of foliage... We have known for a long time! We have been lost, and in this great and complex ancient labyrinth of ancient Babel, in the confusion of a horde of people, there is no way out.

Now we are still waiting hesitantly, standing in the metamorphosis of the 21st century, wondering when, where and how self-help can come. A million cosmic silver stars accompany our hopeless walk. Here, the brainwashed have long been deliberately confused by a merry congregation of vacuous, self-aggrandising propaganda, fake preaching, and big-breasted, jiggering celeb-monkeys. And the apostate, totally disillusioned little man is going through his life like a Stanovist animal forced to wear a prisoner's pelt, working more and more, always with no prospects, because there has been no wage increase for twenty years!

There is no way out of here, sweetheart, and there never will be! The loyal alliance of our old friends has deliberately frayed, and even if there are one or two who, on major holidays, will quietly ask the telephone, with a sneaky, "How are you?" No one puts a packed lunch in front of the worn-out front door, no one takes care of the baby, because it is fussy, cranky and does not change the heart medicine in the pharmacies! - Here, my dear, it is better to make a will quickly, before it is still too late, before it is taken by ambulance to the cold wards of dilapidated, rat-chewed hospitals, because the doctors have deliberately forgotten the Hippocratic oath and prefer to believe in snow-white envelopes!