mardi 30 août 2016

POSKA


Giv'em something fake to believe in and they'll bite it. Hope, in order to avoid certain death, and all that: save the earth , the world and your little sisters. In spite of the disappearance of all parasites, a sick host must admit it'll have to go on elsewhere, thru the back door or just die out in the open for all to see: Babylon must fall and all transition is a complete metamorphosis of the old bones of yester year!

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Absinthe, vinegar and whitewash, and black ashes. Keep holding on to the sinking boat of which the faithful have been knowingly betrayed, because of its docile loyalty to all which lies...always believing all who say, it comes on a platter! Free this and free that, free of charge: the insane humiliation that comes about with state welfare and the migrant stupidity.  

Insult to pride and the noble figure.

The end to the immortal perception. 

When the herd instinct steps in, filling the stomach with undigestible conditioned corpses, in 4 star restaurants while there are bronzed tits on the beach: keeping the scare crow in the corn fields to frighten the poor and lonely people with several  Ghz, the uncivilized "educated" imbeciles of all the befuddled human crowds that scurry on mortal sands. The parias, lurking just behind to get some too. 

Call it democracy, and all of it becomes a universal dust heap where immoral filth is a pathway to big buildings and social freedom. 

The freedom of lice.