Читать книгу: «The Blog», страница 18
Because another mother shoots her hands aloft to hit them against her knees and scream: "Wai! balas! Wai!"
Because another brother accepts a weapon put into his hands for the sacred revenge.
Because The Show Must Go On!
Because it's dead predictable, this fucking show.
Both in East, with all its subtleties, and in techno-bureau-pluto-pragmatic West, and in other parts of this here world. Globally.
But I don't need to go into all that, I'm too tired of this invariably base, monotonous shit.
All I need is a chance to cultivate a vegetable garden, water the cabbage patch and stuff, awaiting for the clattering hoofs of the praetorian Contubernium on horseback galloping to take my life.
And they but will come, my dear feathered lovebirds, for there is no other option, because what was there that same thing will come back, and rerun, and then again and again repeat itself later… or had I already said that?. well, anyway…
All I want is to declare anew my love and, following the example of great Julius (of Czech nationality) to alert over and over again:
People! Do not turn spare parts of war! You are capable of more!
Do not let them drive you into the global perimeters of compulsory vaccination! You are not dumb cattle, you deserve a better lot than that!
Or do I want too much? Huh?. People?.
Anybody home?!
Oops! Here we are again! Over and over! Completely forgotten. Would I ever keep in mind recharging this damn phone?.
O! Fuck!
05/23/2022 22:25 – 07/14/2022 18:32
