Well...Look at your life and imagine you've got something to choose. A symbolic choice...OK!
Imagine you're a fish, a small fish in the water. Small fishes will be eaten according to the law of nature. This story is for those who shall die.
In life you are searched, cached, tortured and finally you can die a painful death. This all can happen to you without even asking. Before you'll be swallowed by the one's who are surrounding you. They...The one's which give their full support towards this process. The one's who makes this tyrants party to success.
Manged, chewed and swallowed, laying, pushed down on the ground, stripped of all your pride, lost all space to live in. On Your Knees! There are no questions being asked, so it's impossible to confess.
The tortureroom starts to do it's work. The inner system will slowly devastate you. All the bits that are left of you, are precisely selected, used and, finally, dumped and humiliated.
The system works...,It'll shit you out somewhere at a place where you won't be able to intrude into the system again. Just like they do with pollution, the indicator will light up, rips you out, according to the norms made in the control room of this same system. It turns you from a little heathy and free fish into nothing more than a little bit of dirt in the sewer.
But if there is something like a free choice, you could also imagine that a fish could swim free and curious. You can discover your world sincerely and try to make sure that if you die, you at least will be aware of that ultimacy of that moment, so that it is possible to enjoy a free and glorious life.
Sneak into the head of your oppressor. Destroy it's inner system. Resist..., Hurt it and stop it. Blast the control room, the tortureroom and all the deportation facilities. Let the throat scream like a dog. Fill up the mouth of this glamour system with sense and noise and break out free, and break out free, and break out free. At least you've said everything you've got to say.
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Mortified
Miserable
Promiscuous
Winter Downs
