Green little flames have laid sixties’ coldness. We haven’t eradicated rats but fatal missileheads are removed. New leaders wakened composure inside us. Ants went deep downward into the ground. The coldness is gone but the ants are still somewhere down. Though green little flames make warm human beings. In the spectacle of American dream progress microorganic vermin build clandestine empire. >From the same ooze which we all know from reading our oldest blood about devastating lunacy. From the same blood that men skimmed that off from the ground in the sixties. They’ve been looked at heaven too to see a respect there. Capital pushes humanity to an apocalyptic destruction edge. Guard covenant. Deserted and lifeless shoreless orphan plains. Power of the most annihilating improvement startles in viscera of lifegifts. To trifle with life could be much treacherous. |
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