The modern sanitary life. Safe from contamination of your fellows. Secure in theory from the vagaries of the universe. Save one. Your own eventual mortality. A drama that like a key opens your own emotions. The foundation upon all rationality is built. A sham drama otherwise of bulwarks and protections that keep us all safe. Society.
So much admiration for those that come up from the gutter that can ignore such things. Ignore in the sense that they embody them. Not a second thought that they have the stink of garbage or death that trails them like a feral dog. A trembling admiration so carefully offered by all the rest of us cowards that merely see such displays as artful farce.
“In for a penny and stuck in the pound.” Personalities absented by that communal fairy dust that twinkles for those that dare not see what it attempts to hide. Malevolent maldirection of that troublesome spirit that will not be controlled save by embracing ignorance. What can be said of such men but that they are pathetic. Both they and their cheap whores!
Who would dare to stop time? To no longer abide it but dare to know themselves! Out of sync and defiant of remaining in step. In step with that empty dance of always there on time. That defalcator reflected of ever offering one’s self daily as a slave to those anonymous that they fear to address. That they perniciously avoid to name.