My style right now is that it will be what it will be; A kind of general privatized-open insider party with my truthful-fair assessments on top; not unlike a very precious glaze.

I still have the gift of being able to complain and point out the solutions away from missteps and to reveal the sources of error without any hesitation. It always comes to me so naturally to speak the truth, sometimes a little shy and haughty boastful; and it is certainly observed in many places that this is exactly how it is.

Those deprived of their wits, or only their intellect, suffer and make do with their anything but good "arts". Their pens, brushes, cameras, and musical instruments, they wave foolishly and wildly in self-defense against invisible inner forces, and other forces which produce similar mischief and material follies and fallacies to no greater benefit. The lifework in the present are usually a kind of inverted mikado.

There are great gaps in the "information"; and reason has been killed without mercy in the masses where the emotional life of the immature souls, who want their simple-mindedness and apparent normality elevated to; "All that we see is what there is", and; "You like kno youself to that dis is so like this...".


It's getting out of hand!:

The inner emptiness is immersed in the products of junk-culture and the whole thing offers itself to be ostensibly a "participation", a constant repulsive play, an undisguised idiocy that the naive cannot quite understand, but they adapt and practice it all anyway without reflection. To invest most, or all of their existence, and at the same time to make themselves molded into inferiority and "liberate" from their murky connotations.


Favorite quotes and death grips of the deceived:

"See the big joke that nothing of value exists and everything is meaningless!"


Transformation and explanatory model:

"It is well known to us now that too many pig transport trucks have overturned and tons of unwanted existences have poured in, which have mated with muttonheads, giving us the unpleasant cadaverous smell of today."