HISTORY INDIGO

Unfortunately, anything is possible at the moment in the deliberate confusion of perceptions; no one thinks freely anymore, but it is not necessary to stick to the camp of the brainwashed with blind loyalty and obstinacy. Tomorrows, hungover, aching from dream-promising sermons, because - for some reason - that has become a separate thing, and where there is merit and glory, it is not at all certain that it is effective and rewarding for little people. Horse lemons - it's true - don't fall from the sky yet, but people involuntarily get their shoes dirty first, and later - if you're not careful - your soul can be manipulated.

"Some" would cling to a few thinly cut straws with squealing methods from Alamus, even to the nauseating taste of the bitter vodka tonic cocktail. Why and for whom would one hope for independent will as a predator, a double-cased, pot-bellied Döbrögik's miniature copy?! Dreams anyway? , anyway, they are woven together by capillaries; the cross-section of a well-nourished belly can only increase if there is still enough quick-frozen, recyclable food on the shelves of supermarkets that charge three times as much.

- The prices, the trend, and maybe even the zero percent APR are dictated by the poison mixers of Violet, and after the GDP has stagnated under the frog's ass for thirty-some years, one is no longer surprised by taxes of this magnitude. "You can look for the horse, old man! - are told to you by stroman business partners who are looking for career success. Neither here, nor on the Cape, nor on Antarctica - you won't find the essentials.

The dandelion-like hearts of the newer beauty queens only thirst for luxury that rings well, and while "some" live happily on the shores of palm-lined pools, on the other side of the oceans, above the consumer standard, Man shreds not only his goals and plans, but even himself!