Angst consumes me with every word that is heard and spoken; with every image my eyes behold
The foul stench of the chemical industrial air suffocates metamorphing the foundations of every living thing
Nary a word of truth is ever spoken and ignorance is the universal law that is forced upon the masses and the classless classes to their jubilation
Mammon is the god of choice – desired and worshiped above all others
Can you see it? Can you hear it? Can you feel it?
Where to turn for truth? Where to turn for justice? Where to go for an infinitesimal grain of peace or for just a piece of infinitesimal grain to nurture the body?
Sustenance in bounty everywhere but none fit for consumption. With conflict so lucrative, the price of repose is at an all-time premium so no rest for the weary.
There is at least tekhnologia to surrender self and conscience without consideration of consequence. Ha, I like that said the blind man.
I can see it! I can hear it! I can feel it!
My God, how did the chalice get so empty and we not realise it?
Oh well, fuck it! Let’s just have some cake and sing…
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi