FAULTY UNABLE BALANCE

The arbitrary, benevolent lie is perhaps all self-explanatory if one opens not only the appropriate digital or audio-visual channels and stares in shock and shock at things that should never happen in the wider world. The imprecise ticking, intentionally falsified time calculation can only be felt viscerally, in our bones, painfully and painfully.

The stone-age rules of embarrassing empathy-tolerance, or, if you prefer, blatant etiquette, seem to have been deliberately forgotten, even though it would be particularly useful for teenage mothers not to put their little ones in wastebaskets after they have become unnecessary. It's indecipherable, incidental, cacophonous noise, which everyone now considers more and more popular, and the given tabloid media profits from the provocative exhibitionist appearances of the Celeb party faces, who have been deliberately showing off the same torturously for twenty years, instead of printing something more meaningful, which forces the brainwashed thin-brained camp to think.

To rise above the greedy possessive, lustful desire, as well as the curse of small-scale pettiness on a daily basis - it may seem - is an increasingly man-trying, vile, two-faced task. They are shocked to find that the so-called the false-lying, tinsel illusion of human presence is increasingly devouring even the tiniest details of the so-called realist Reality. Self-interest would not only be forgotten, but - unfortunately - even now it is becoming more and more popular. An indefinable, longing for time, aimless waiting breeds, like the weeds, as if the senseless running of fruitless days is not more urgent anyway. We will be happy to formulate our individual positions and the debris of our interrogators with precision, at least as long as possible, quietly and more and more discreetly!