STAGES OF TRIPPING

In your inner soul, your guardian angel no longer watches over you, and watches over - but rather over a lazy, indifferent stress-old man, who may have lost all his teeth. And you can no longer heat up past, present, uncertain future and even less so, your planned world of yesterday burns in your brain, which is a lie to you, a villain - at home, the average will easily become a loser, because they are not able to understand: you would have to go to hell to scrape chestnuts!

Your true insatiable spirit is an ever-growing curiosity; your stubborn will and so many carefully cherished rambling memories may now appear in a memory-consuming distance. It is now as if the whining of an animal were sneaking around like a beaten dog in the footsteps of a man; it is more and more difficult to tolerate among the vile worms enclosed in larvae. Free thought keeps the folds of your brain alert and fit, so be careful not to be deceived or led by malevolent intent.

Tell me? Who would be interested in another good-for-nothing, useless tabloid sensation about some over-retouched wax-skinned mummy-faced public figure who just wants to hold on to five-minute reputations for eternity?! How could an understanding, friendly attitude also turn into a source of petty-petty benefits, which sooner or later deliberately trip those who need it as a lifesaver?!

Panopticon puppets walk their pathetic tightrope on the stage of Europe, while they themselves forget that in a conflict there are no winners-losers are only victims! Everyone's lying down, trapped in their own fate, cavemen whining out in wild wilderness!