AN INTERRUPTED GRUMBLE

Now we think as if we were deliberately living on the outside, in an exhibitionist way, while we keep to ourselves for the time being what could have been deliberately hidden in the depths of the complex soul. Among the crowd of people, who made deals with each other and then with anyone who knew how to buy them, even for a kilo, it rumbles like an elephant procession as part of a celebrating Darido crowd; the tornado of impending anger seems to crouch palpably between the molecular-level air particles.

In the World, which is already tangled to the core, they arrange a whole series of standing bets hesitantly, because the riveted Time holds captive its minute people who can still be pulled at will. Outside, if you observe a little more carefully, you can see a pile of wretched clowns from nowhere; the somewhat repulsive, threadbare flood of silence is barely perceptible anymore.

Hairy chimpanzee promises hang, suspended in the air, spitting at the promises made; some not-understood violent chattering of teeth still resonates sufficiently in deafened ears. More and more people have deliberately started the self-proclaimed self-glowing, which makes no sense.

The orthopedic soul is often - perhaps - more dangerous than the masses of cheap, small-scale wax doll bodies deliberately put on display. Ozone-rich silence is heard in brainwashed dull heads. Poisoned nannies put the sleepless, ever-curious, fussy little ones to sleep. A nest of snakes soon hides here and there in the heart, and it is hardly possible to find the bustling worms and crawlers that are everywhere!

Outside, not only the earth, which has hardly seen a plow or a harrow, kneads its worn-out limbs, but even a shipwrecked person could do no harm if he could go on an inner Odyssey!