what times do we live in you ask?

do you see them?

 

do you see those bodies wandering around on our planet, so thin, so delicate, their skin glows in a transparent manner, they are nearly invisible, they might even seem 2 dimensional to you, they are filling the gaps of society and you know how they always smile. :)

 

do you fear them?

 

those bodies are used to deal with mass media, speed and hyperconnectivity on a daily basis. they are penetrated by every kind of radiation 24/7. they deal with overpopulated cities, with fake food wrapped in plastic, with pharmacy, with drugs, with with porn, with pain - as if it were nothing. and they are not wild, no,  there is no big riot going on out there and why should it? they are adaptive to a maximum and wicked to the core. you wouldn’t even think that what you call perversion has potential. what is your "perversion" anyway? don’t you look away.

 

those bodies might be dangerous to you. bodies, better in pleasing themselves than in being pleased by others. in fact, they can't feel it anyway, they just pretend to make you smile back at them, as you always do, as you always want to be satisfied. the gaps are slightly spilling over. you're lost.

 

they might not seem aggressive but they are not passive either. be careful with your judgements. you can’t feel their violence because their behavior is  soft and easy. you think you've shut them down successfully. made them peaceful (made them pure). but it will show in time. they are mute, they are blind, as is the empty room we share, right? i can watch how they trigger you in a different way, they trigger you in their sole existence. open your eyes. those bodies are here already, located  in between. located in this peaceful area. the laboratory of our time.

 

we happen to witness this repressed generation. those heavenly bodies that you keep breeding and that are not wild. as their anger is hidden, as they always try to avoid conflict and they always will. but, that day will come, when you have crossed the line, and once they burst through, you will regret. your system will collapse, your dreams will fall and it’s going to give rise to the generation of the so called unholy. like children of a burned sun. resistant to hunger, to pain, to loneliness.

they will find you and they will kill you.

 

then embalm you with tiny hands, singing a song for you, their beautiful words will echo all around the air. their souls are going to shine bright and white at that moment, it will look like someone had accidentaly spilled out the stars onto the desert, to make you leave this earth and finally find your way to real heaven. they will be greatful for you, their eyes will drop some dark blue tears, as you were the only thing that had kept them alive.
 

they will try to pick up some kind of sexuality and reproduce, but just like kids they won’t know how to use it. they will wander around the planet, endlessly. untill their eyes will start to dry and be filled up with sand again - as nothing is stable, as everything fades.

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