DUplicity JACKET LIVES

The plastic surgeries of a given civilization already have such a comfortable homeliness down here, after all, if they pay for it with a heavy heart, some can even easily buy and exchange incognito, personality; instead of the bread-sharing warmth of radiant smiles, nowadays manipulative duplicity reigns, because the ancient keys of trust were buried deep long ago by busy gluey hands. 

As if now even thieves-assassins could prove in the ordeal of everyday life how basically decent and popular a person he is. People - whether they want to or not - now hide behind promising, caressing, odorless money, rub it in, and if it depends on them alone, they take advantage of every screaming advertising trick that comes their way, of every self-showing exhibitionist petty-style flare-up, just to get to safe haven, because at every moment the calculating interest of protection is the only thing that holds them together everyday. 

The tendency of their volcanic tempers to erupt in rage is like a destructive horde-curse that strikes the small group of teenagers who are drunkenly babbling like wild jerks and illiterates. Today, people put on the Sisyphean straitjacket of their pitiful, hopeless struggles out of necessity; a double heart attack-earthquake aimed at their heart will be the only thing they get early on, if they are not careful. Because the one-person infinity has now soured into a backstage light. More and more often they deliberately sway blindly in petty, pathetic fairground comedies. 

Today, they want to drag people towards false beliefs and ideas, even like sheep and cattle that can be led, because the foot secretly switches to a downhill path, and the tired mind, if it can believe that, goals and plans are all useless and nothing, the smell of death is felt everywhere and the simple man can only sniff fresh air in a pine forest.