SOCIAL DEPTHS



A vivacious, insidious copper-cedar Kor cannot deceive me. Behind the vain guise of sincerity, sweet-tempered, frothy-mouthed Janus and their botox goddesses would dictate the trendy baton, but why, when the great lowered average beggar-poor-poor?!

Action, action, the human word, has become a thing to be cast aside or even forgotten. Nowadays, everyone is a selfish, tame vegetarian. On the surface, there is an aching, stagnant, dull confusion.

Dirt and rubbish with the same highbrow label. Layers of junk. And if some could still boldly proclaim, there can no longer be the deepest compliments, romance, polite speech instead of bunions and burping chanting orgy of chanting, they do each other the nicest.

It is as if in a sea of oily, lime-licked sea, once familiar faces were to be rediscovered, once alive, once again. The easy-come, easy-goose-egg careers of presenters and yarrow-flowers are all in vain on the channels of fake, fake tabloid media. The age of stumbles and deliberate half-measures is long over, but even now the brainwashed smirking charming smile of the idiotic boorishness is still caught.

What kind of world is this?! The dizzying distances between people are becoming more and more desperate and dizzying. It's as if the modern age has just begun again. It's like the beginning of no well in the useless lives of ordinary people.

His happiness stumbles on leaden feet, more and more bitterly. Too soon, too soon, we are all deceived, bitten, scattered by the Time of the Gap. Even the tragically ephemeral things sooner or later appear on the list of losses, seem ridiculous and that is why existence itself has become nonsense-grotesque!
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Written on October 17, 2023

Submitted by oasev on October 16, 2023

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Norbert Tasev

I was born on November 30, 1983 in Budapest! I studied Hungarian history. I was history teacher. I'm editing ebooks! So far, I have published my volumes on Smachwords and Publishdrive as part of an author's book publishing! more…

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