Analysis of GARBAGE EATERS

In the homeless struggle, the deceived and manipulated Man soon leaks out, like the air. Time is slowly trampling everything, until once we could still say that it was worth something, because it had meaning and value. Too much urgent, pervasive madness, perhaps the fever of doubt is already starting to grow the wrinkles of problems and shape the soul?! Something has started, and it would be good to reform the germs of free thoughts in the brainwashed idiot brains.

The dance of word-races of the thought goes cold even before the sounds filter and weave them into a song, because the brain is already trapped and can only wriggle. The giant of awakening has stepped out from behind the sails of darkness. Billions of ants live on the hill and do not know that there is death.

He builds fused paradoxical figures, piles on top of each other some word-slinging patriarch and, as a joke, reaps the harvest. Be careful, because life will never be easy. We leave nothing final here, only rudimentary traces of Being. There is hardly a way out of chaos, because the World continues to get more complicated. Crossing points nestle in the heart.

Today's salary did not allow him to buy basic food, even though the purchase price could still be in euros if the speculation was stopped. We plan the day in our heads; and we read the serious headlines on social media without stopping at the intersections in front of the red light. My friends, we all carry a globe in our chest, which bulges out fieryly from the network of twenty-four hours.

Now everyone is more struggling with the dirt. I know very well what kind of buzzing that is constantly being prepared, always straining, giving birth to time, urgent-adolescent-pain-tolerating.