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Singles

What happened to our culture? Suddenly all of us became products of our environment. With the aim of individuality, mobility, flexibility and effectivity - our anxiety expands. The vampire kisses and we are infected one by one. Solipsistic ideas turn into a romantic term. Is this a symptom of a common sense rebellion towards our surroundings or are we the enemy? Ask yourself. Death is a welcom...
Arm your fists with smashed bottles. Aim at the patriarchal portraits.Repacked s** keeps your interest as we were living f*** machines. Nothing falls early or too late. Assault your pity. The revolted eye is closed. Her skin faints while this is your imagination of quot;lustquot;. His language did not make us any wiser. Lift your eyes. Look trough new glasses. Get right-S** is not for sale.
Another useless statement. This conversation is dead. We sit and talk for hours. But nothing is really said. You look at me: I look at you. quot;Everything is finequot;. So concerned about maintaing our pretty facade. But nothing is said. Pretty facade.
Somehow the fire went out and these winter days left me cold. Spending my days counting empty bottles really don't satisfy me anymore. Walls built to protect are closing in now ready to destroy. I need to fight them, fire against fire. Smash the bricks lose control. Love, passion, rage,hate please let me feel again. Dancing on thin ice, I want to dance on fire.
Silent genocide whole nations left to die, and we are so sad to tell you this cure is not for free. You cannot pay, so you will have to die. And we are so sorry this is just the way it works we would rather see you dead than lose a single cent.
Mankind is measure. This process is set. We cry for a change - we call for a change. But without movement we stand still. This is a face of a speechless subject. These faces are killing. Monologue without meaning: quot;for all the what is - and what is notquot; We kill the day without an attempt. The progress is dead before the second try. Who dares wins. In that moment our actions will define...
Everything of today is falling. It's decaying. Who will support this life? Do you? Feel the passion to embrace this life? These are the men of today. I am a prologue to better players. Follow my example: Teach to fly - fall faster. Gone
I do not feel very comfortable here. What made me is unclear, but I still feel kind of trapped. Love or hate. I did my best to run away from my passions. I was close but my circumstances did not allow me. After an aeon I read the sign written in blue on white. The sign read quot;failure is a common result of escapism quot;The sound of echoes are surrounding me. Please, please stop. I wish I co...
Sometimes at bus stops and on daytime soaps you can here people say quot; no peace for the wickedquot; They never offer a nuanced version. And maybe words are just noise or a set of marks on paper. Robots took on the outside of dogs. Perhaps this sounds obscure, sometimes I presume if I did not think I would be happier. If I did not think for a second or two I would avoid my anxiety and my tea...
Death squads trained to serve the pigs rage for hegemony. Blood bath scenario- violence strikes again. And while greed writes the history, human rights still are a term not spoken. This is a rouge- coloured policy, suppressing cultures. Tax paid death squads strike again. La escuela de golpas - an instrument for blood red policy. How can we imagine a future when our system conflicts with every...
It's hard to rise. When another weight is put on your broken back. We give with our left hand with our right hand we take ten folds back. It's not our acts that kill it's more the fact that we never act. We smile and sit content never pushing to make a change. Their faces flash across the screen 10 seconds then they're gone. We press the button and look the other way. The vicious cycle goes on...

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