There are days when I don't want to see the beauty anymore. Where people and their disgusting games catch my eye like hornets with burning spikes. I step onto the street and see fools everywhere. Most primitive beings with the most primitive needs and the mental horizon of a
peanut. Caught in tiny apartments, busy with senseless activities, stuck to flickering boxes that send bad messages so that we become even more stupid, more blunt, even less hearted, even more centered. We cram ourselves with living things and tear off their skin to make shoes
that are made by children at the other end of the world in an inhuman way. And why? Because we don't care, we want to look good, because it's cheap. Cheap, cheap clothes, cheap food, cheap life. Everywhere this cheap soulless half-finished primitive mush of nothingness. Spiritual
neglect. Companies that fool people, exploit them and rape them. Power, greed, control, possession, enslavement, I could throw up. And we? We are too lazy and too comfortable to question it, accept it like unwilling cattle, like we have brains the size of a peanut. Soak up the
lies and manipulation like sweet nectar, blame everyone on foreigners, on others, just not on ourselves. Waste our time with mindless entertainment, cheap comparisons, envy, resentment, bread and games, we march straight and quietly into ours Downfall, each for himself, without
understanding, without knowledge, like lemmings, like idiots, like goddamned zombies. Argue about completely devised deities and traditions, stupid preferences, sports results fashion, music, celebrities, outward appearances, idiocy. It's all a terrific distraction, crispy snacks
on the edge of the path of truth, for greedy little rat people who pounce and push each other out of the way and stuff them self-righteously into themselves. Sometimes it hurts so much that I'm afraid to go insane. This whole circus. This miserable spectacle of primates, caught
in the eternal labyrinth of bureaucracy, narcissism and constant consumption. The others are always to blame. The others are always to blame ... ALWAYS THE OTHERS ARE. But who benefits from guilt if we waste the miracle of existence with trivialities?
Anger, pure anger eats me up from the inside like a laughing parasite. What can I say? I'm just an angry fool too.
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