IN THE PALMS OF UNINVITED SITUATIONS

The antique mahogany table, which most certainly cost a fortune, is getting beat more and more; they constantly show their snarling, cursing lion claws primarily to their employees at the bottom of the pyramid. Afraid: rebellious ingenuity - if it existed - can no longer help or protect the truth of any human being.

Annoying doubts of the Soul can be repeated several times a day, if the average person is caught in the vice of deliberate, compromising manipulations and diabolical deals; pitiful Don Qiujotes wielding rusty swords hardly conquer the ladies in the name of love-intoxicated, holy romances, who have become more and more flamboyant, more and more deliberately provocative, and the precious sacred treasure words dry up under the palate.

For awards, cheap accolades, petty and pitiful allowances in addition to wages - not so much anymore - to go on a spree, and to be crooks, who cheat for themselves?! Now that's the case! - The guide of fates is more and more suspicious of the simpler ones, who just want to live in their short, miserable little life; everyday bread, winter or pepper straws, red onion peel and chips on deliberately thin slices of greasy bread, no longer divides or multiplies.

The flag-bearers of the nail-biting beauty are shrinking, while so many wedding-dress-lily bouquets are withering from hand to hand. It's as if the sane old-man skeleton of sane wisdom is starting to sway more strongly again, wouldn't it be better to completely get out of the way of everything and everyone's mess, or to make a will about our legacies, if the cheap numbers of our years multiply weakly?!