BETWEEN INTERMEDIATE BANDS

Only for a heartbeat, until halfway between the brain antennae and the body's molecular cells, at boundary points, the unknown dead zone Point, which is held captive by the timed countdown according to human law, becomes palpable. Out there is still a vast world disguised as conscious, but with false logic, sinking into the filth of decisions in a glaring, hypocritical domain. Because the catapult of life in any case takes petty revenge on the fallible man; he lures her to sleep, flatters her quietly, and later lures her in, and when she thinks her life is flowing in an orderly fashion, she is ambushed by a deliberate-unexpected, relentless, silent heart attack-death.

Even now it seems that the average man, who is toiling for the wages of hunger, is forced to sit in the No-Man's-land of this century, which may never truly be his own: lest there be any misunderstanding that" some " will never be here either world-changing, more harmonious projects, or even the necessary wealth-social prosperity; piss and fecal-smelling exuberance all the more so, since we are lying in a ravine-turtle, the stink that promised to last has been preserved for quite some time!

It would still be nice to know a little bit about what can apply to individual people without human rights courts, who just want to vegetate and survive by the means necessary. Where does this total tassel-Tosa inertia come from?! The eternal sneaky circle around the easily falling sand castles; what remains beyond the skin of the marsupials, which is stretched out of each individual, when everyone is now lying in a necessary Procrustean bed?!