SALTY STONES

A balding lump on the top of his head - an intermediate figure that looks like Nobody's; he is still waiting for the blood-red dragon-Sunset, to see if he will send the welcoming silver stars to him. He got the Tooth of Time as artificial teeth, because he had to run from the loud noise of slaps. When the truth-telling speech was still knowable and understandable, that you can be a friend in this world and not an orphaned enemy - the meaning of the bands now emerges in crusty bands; it's a real time-crash going on out there.

Shame and humility seemed to be more and more transparent, airtight and breathing. Massive mass meteors are approaching cosmic bricks. It's lucky that in outer space - at least - a permanent state of weightlessness prevails, otherwise the personal trainers down here would be eating the brush. And maybe the opposite pair of thin-fat, tall-short, rich-poor, successful-starving would never have been so obvious! The frightened barking of a dog should not drag a person either through Time or decade, because every personality is different, just like every island.

Soon the contrast will be noticeable, just like the present difference: you will look back at a nice, familiar face and you will feel what is secretly moving inside. In the midst of blind haste, so many uninhabited Robinson places open up, like a soot-smelling alleyway. In a heavy body and flesh, only the love of the Universe sleeps soundly, but also the safety of repeated movements! It is often better to slip out of the hibernating shell of sleep on purpose; let the shell of the light redemptive dream sweep its victims. The soggy stones - you see - then rebel against silent empires.