Walking in a lush exuberance. Overgrown and berry-rich. Driving away the mosquitoes, ticks, all the insects that want to parasitize on something, eat themselves to just live and do the only thing they can... So tragic.

Nature's low life, with its only opportunity in making more life.

Nature gathers nourishment and gives constant screams and scratches. Flocks of birds, foxholes, raspberry thickets, deer, snails, pollen, all in an orderly mess.

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Everything is so similar to the simple folk who reinforce their lies with superlatives. They are not at all just silly, unmanly and creeping or deranged sluts that no healthy person wants to be around. They are conscious and enlightened when all they see is superficiality to act according to the short term gain without the possibility of being able to calculate the consequences in advance. Autosuggestion and fixations are the driving force. Leeches with played pathos.

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I am dormant after a short period of cool weather. I do not show that I am disgusted as it gives such unnecessary conflicts, counterattacks with wishful thinking, all in a desperate struggle to drag everything down to the nasty bottom.

Naturalness is not worth striving for for me.