Persona of entropy

Successful artists are like successful businesses man , boring and without any creativity

Yes final .

Fire is burning in a cold stove
Dinner is almost ready in raw mode
Two fingers are crossing the hill of salt
No knives or forks
Just the wooden spoons with holes
Is it time or is it no time
Mindful wrong doing has your bliss

Sitting on toilet
Listening to an empty rounded death head
All is falling through just like my sweet poo
You can catch it
It will end up at sugar can
Sealed by empty wounded left hand
Are you prepared to consume

American politicians are good in public speeches , they can talk for hours and then suddenly there is no more democracy due to lack of actions

Thanks for another empty words .

A Classical Beauty

A Classical Beauty https://www.wikiart.org/en/john-william-godward/a-classical-beauty

The change - development
Skull in crystal blood
Sutendly leaving of the tribe path
In the living valley of silent cut

In brunette shine
Over calm tones
On the bottom of cups of sparkling wine
Candles are melting in midnight kissing
Our tongues are dancing around each other - we are crawling in

You sworn and your dance
On fire fields of death chance
Apples trees were in ashes
And
Your rifle was out of bullets
We laugh and we make love
Cause
Death is all around

Circle

In afternoon bed
I am reading about working in a labour camp
It's legal now to be punished by slavery work
To get abused and to get sick food
Here you are under numbers crypto code
Turn around there is guarding dog is disabled by common rabies

Black and white photo of a woman, seated and smiling slightly at the camera, wearing a floral blouse and a necklace.

11 November 1918 | A French Jewish woman, Victoire Jeanne Marx, was born in Brunoy.

On 20 July 1942 she was deported from Angers to #Auschwitz in a transport of 827 Jews. She did not survive.
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Women at Auschwitz: https://lekcja.auschwitz.org/2022_kobiety_en/

Night rain

Faith or corruption
You all will fall into one fire pit
Seemingly you are not worth for it
Trenches are full of empty magazines
Nurses are dirty by amputated blood
And
Another donut girl was abused by some hero with filthy hands
This is the war with no common sense

American journalists are like toddlers pointing and shouting and no one understands about actually what or for

Me, extremely disappointed in you.

Frame

You became another product .

My wounded feet
Don't let me step on faster moving grounds
Here in the forest
The animals are beasts
And
Humans are a lost aspect of crawling ents on the sugar lines
Nature is justice

In dirty golden light
In calm make up of sweating lips
Reproductive cultural bliss
Corners of eyes are glittering
My dead friends are waking from the death of their cells
We are unique in every luxury way
We do believe and you do not

It never went away .

For the rich .

Why are we more alarmed ?