at our fellow creatures, the humans. They call themselves primates, but they
were the last on this planet. Locked up in cells as singles, they have become
like this. When they reach the status of our everday life (60 % sleep, 20 %
looking around, 20 % reproduction), they call it Love, Holidays, Christmas,
Why† are some despaired when they have enough to
drink, to eat, to shelter? Why do some hold hands when the rejoice? Why can
some not stop hoarding goods and gold when they have got enough? Why do some
submit themselves to other humans when this means death?
they want to leave their prison, but they are not intelligent enough to do it
successfully, to do it in reality. They live in a fictitious world.
see, they want to stay where they are as we do. But due to drought and
devastation made by themselves they have to move from one place to another,
just around the globe. They also have to move because they find nobody to
submit themselves to, to work as they say. This is the distress of most of
them: moving around without sense, like a prisoner in his courtyard.
Donít they look funny, with their bare bodies and second
skins? Pity them.
They make sex because they feel lonely,
not because they feel hot.
you want to carry on?
you want to go to a better place?
you want to go US?
Widerstand auf deutsch?
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