LONG-LASTING LIES OF RELATIONSHIP SYSTEMS

 Increasingly, the muddy, vague environment, the uncertainly sliding walls can unexpectedly grow on one's head, and even suck it in; promises that have become shapeless, in the small-style nets of swirling labyrinth-spirals, like a tadpole population struggling on the bottom of the sea, because sooner or later an experimental mouse squeak or whisper crawls out of the cracks, like the permanent oppressive presence of an already happened, irreversible lifestyle. Trapped in a cauldron of suffocating closeness, one burns oneself again. Because it seems less and less possible to wait permanently between the walls collapsing inward. 

Like a sparkling spindle, the Nirvana chaos and conscious Nothingness move and spin in one place. The flowing shadows of disembodied illusions float like the evaporations of amorphous shapes. The bone-chilling embrace and squeeze of a lasting sense of shame is only an arm's length away. 

The lies and the frightened struggles of systems of reference are increasingly difficult to notice; suddenly even the barbarian horde seems to be resting sooner or later. When will man distance himself from himself?! Because every fugitive, every class-alien is sooner or later swept away. Between the teeth of sharks that grind away existence, the chance of survival is zero. 

Even skinny dogs struggle on their limp tails. Soft slug-men wander here and there, while they try to find the possibilities of a secure existence, - true, but for what?! To serve oppressive masters with servile dog loyalty! This is the end of the current postmodern century. Because understanding - even if it were to be asked in vain - may not be found anywhere, a noose has been set even for the living, and slander, haste, or anything else has long since been of no help. 

Sawdust-flavored, cheap-junk days are coming one after another, when we would have to drag ourselves out of the conciliatory, beneficial captivity of our soft beds.