The naked truth about the 80s
Shall I tell you something about the 80 years of the century 20en? They consisted of a plethora of bad Sex and a myriad of poorly coiffed and universally tasteless idiots and idiots who spoke constantly about relationships while they simulated the thinking. I know what I mean. I was their confessor. They told me everything. I have found it in every case confirmed that they said or coyly concealed - has not escaped me.
behind the gaiety, behind the thoughtfulness behind the esoteric piety I saw again and again nothing. One thousand idiot with a million masks and they never had enough masks, never enough backyards and basements, where they could hide the truth about themselves to themselves in the most glaring daylight their lies to present. And as I said - they have been everything to me. I looked directly into her emotional depths. Behind the ceaseless torrent of words about their stained, discolored, frayed words and terms, I felt a vibration. I did feel as if my world, my thoughts than I would be destroyed before my eyes by a spoiled and rotten brood of two to three generations before and after me.
They talked of beauty of which they knew nothing. They dared louder impossible and absurd judgments about art, culture and spirit to have no criteria for their judgments. Grace to the children who have borne these people. And when those children that get lines ever seen, let them burn better - I rate them. Please read it he did, then they will enjoy their existence anymore, because I will teach them with every word disgust and revulsion of feeling about their origin.
your parents - they had no idea of \u200b\u200bthe ideas and the alleged visions they had, and knew even less about the causes of their thoughts and actions, forming a can to be responsible for themselves, for others and for the whole world. Everywhere, the fireworks flew into the air and flowers everywhere you looked sparkling highlights of good faith, hypocrisy, the hypocrisy of stupid people who do not even wussten ob sie lügen oder nicht.
Gierig waren sie – das war ihre höchste und offensichtlichste Tugend. Gierig nach Grösse, nach Zukunft, nach Sex und sie bildeten sich allen Ernstes ein, Macher und Gestalter und Entwickler der Menschheit zu sein, während sie ihre unkontrollierbare Gier mühevoll durch wohl-klingende Worte zu verbergen suchten. Dabei befanden sie sich in der höchst peinlichen Situation von gut genährten Proleten, denen eine Bibliothek und die grössten Kunstschätze der Menschheit über Nacht zum Geschenk gemacht wurden und die jetzt verzweifelt versuchen damit irgend etwas anzufangen.
Aber wieso beschränke ich mich auf die 80er Jahre – besser wäre es ich nehme die ganze zweite Half of the century in my 20en into account. That was 50 years for the lost art for the mind to be part of any claim to the honor of a great civilization.
I see them as they wiggle their small and large Ärschchen in discos and parties. I see them with their terrible colorful fumbling at their trained bodies, glitter on the cheeks and in your hair and makeup like a bunch of drunken comedians through homes, streets and cities stagger as they annoy the globe as tourists and art of a modern, an ecumenical religious drivel that all the Saints would prefer to sacrifice himself once more - if because it would have made sense. They were stupid and they were voluptuous. They were naive and well read - so that led to the downfall of a fundamental self-deception. They did everything possible, without being able to understand to be anything too. You yourself were all personalized wastes of power, of human potential. So it came as it had come: they run the sell IHER own culture. They used dictatorships in poor countries to strengthen their democracies in the West against communism. They rose pathological morons like Beus on a par with Michelangelo. They invented simple melodies that offend every folk song, and compared their music with that of Bach or Beethoven. The excess of the violence of two world wars, the excess of human stupidity to follow.
I greet her new Europeans, their survivors your own inferno! Do you think that after being the chosen ones and have survived because of that? Do you think that have survived better, more capable of you?
feel Everything that could and would live, but not under these circumstances, is apocalyptic, kicked the bucket and you are only the remainder, the stupid group that felt coarse enough, was cowardly enough to hide, the unassuming enough to break into a new future ready was. Be proud if you still can be proud of. But you should know and from my learn how worthless you are talking about! Trying to hide it from you. Trying to hide it. Yet the stench of your stupidity any Poore will penetrate. Your media organs that swallow, like the tentacles of a giant octopus to the planet and that laid eyes on him - they tell the story of your decline. You hope the earth and the people to embrace, but your hug is also a lie - in fact it is a stranglehold on the grip of a drowning looks frighteningly similar.
cages need people who know the freedom. But you were not even worthy of a cage. You've incorporated the entire planet and you wonder where your hopes and your ideals geblieben sind.
Kehren wir von der Totalen zur Misere eines Indivduums zurück. Ich sehe ein Seelchen von euch in der Ecke eines Sofas sitzen. Ich sehe euch eine schüchterne Unterhaltung führen über dieses und jenes. Das Gespräch handelt einmal auch von der Politik und alles, was sich in euren Köpfchen regt ist Verblüffung und eine dumme Frage: „Aber dürfen die das?“ Als ob es euerer Erlaubnis bedürfe, damit irgendetwas geschieht, als hätte euere Meinung, euer Wesen Gewicht in der Welt – ihr loosen Blätter im Herbst der Menschheit. Euer Wichtigtun korrespondiert aufs köstlichste mit euerer einfältigsten Ohnmacht.
Ihr trennt euren Müll und wollt die Natur retten, but only for you, because your governments also the rest of humanity between separate useful and useless. You little harmless parasites rambles of honesty and morality, and buys you at the next corner to insure against the injustice your own existence, quietly and meekly hoping to be spared from doubts and accusations.
Shall I tell you something about the 80 years of the century 20en? They consisted of a plethora of bad Sex and a myriad of poorly coiffed and universally tasteless idiots and idiots who spoke constantly about relationships while they simulated the thinking. I know what I mean. I was their confessor. They told me everything. I have found it in every case confirmed that they said or coyly concealed - has not escaped me.
behind the gaiety, behind the thoughtfulness behind the esoteric piety I saw again and again nothing. One thousand idiot with a million masks and they never had enough masks, never enough backyards and basements, where they could hide the truth about themselves to themselves in the most glaring daylight their lies to present. And as I said - they have been everything to me. I looked directly into her emotional depths. Behind the ceaseless torrent of words about their stained, discolored, frayed words and terms, I felt a vibration. I did feel as if my world, my thoughts than I would be destroyed before my eyes by a spoiled and rotten brood of two to three generations before and after me.
They talked of beauty of which they knew nothing. They dared louder impossible and absurd judgments about art, culture and spirit to have no criteria for their judgments. Grace to the children who have borne these people. And when those children that get lines ever seen, let them burn better - I rate them. Please read it he did, then they will enjoy their existence anymore, because I will teach them with every word disgust and revulsion of feeling about their origin.
your parents - they had no idea of \u200b\u200bthe ideas and the alleged visions they had, and knew even less about the causes of their thoughts and actions, forming a can to be responsible for themselves, for others and for the whole world. Everywhere, the fireworks flew into the air and flowers everywhere you looked sparkling highlights of good faith, hypocrisy, the hypocrisy of stupid people who do not even wussten ob sie lügen oder nicht.
Gierig waren sie – das war ihre höchste und offensichtlichste Tugend. Gierig nach Grösse, nach Zukunft, nach Sex und sie bildeten sich allen Ernstes ein, Macher und Gestalter und Entwickler der Menschheit zu sein, während sie ihre unkontrollierbare Gier mühevoll durch wohl-klingende Worte zu verbergen suchten. Dabei befanden sie sich in der höchst peinlichen Situation von gut genährten Proleten, denen eine Bibliothek und die grössten Kunstschätze der Menschheit über Nacht zum Geschenk gemacht wurden und die jetzt verzweifelt versuchen damit irgend etwas anzufangen.
Aber wieso beschränke ich mich auf die 80er Jahre – besser wäre es ich nehme die ganze zweite Half of the century in my 20en into account. That was 50 years for the lost art for the mind to be part of any claim to the honor of a great civilization.
I see them as they wiggle their small and large Ärschchen in discos and parties. I see them with their terrible colorful fumbling at their trained bodies, glitter on the cheeks and in your hair and makeup like a bunch of drunken comedians through homes, streets and cities stagger as they annoy the globe as tourists and art of a modern, an ecumenical religious drivel that all the Saints would prefer to sacrifice himself once more - if because it would have made sense. They were stupid and they were voluptuous. They were naive and well read - so that led to the downfall of a fundamental self-deception. They did everything possible, without being able to understand to be anything too. You yourself were all personalized wastes of power, of human potential. So it came as it had come: they run the sell IHER own culture. They used dictatorships in poor countries to strengthen their democracies in the West against communism. They rose pathological morons like Beus on a par with Michelangelo. They invented simple melodies that offend every folk song, and compared their music with that of Bach or Beethoven. The excess of the violence of two world wars, the excess of human stupidity to follow.
I greet her new Europeans, their survivors your own inferno! Do you think that after being the chosen ones and have survived because of that? Do you think that have survived better, more capable of you?
feel Everything that could and would live, but not under these circumstances, is apocalyptic, kicked the bucket and you are only the remainder, the stupid group that felt coarse enough, was cowardly enough to hide, the unassuming enough to break into a new future ready was. Be proud if you still can be proud of. But you should know and from my learn how worthless you are talking about! Trying to hide it from you. Trying to hide it. Yet the stench of your stupidity any Poore will penetrate. Your media organs that swallow, like the tentacles of a giant octopus to the planet and that laid eyes on him - they tell the story of your decline. You hope the earth and the people to embrace, but your hug is also a lie - in fact it is a stranglehold on the grip of a drowning looks frighteningly similar.
cages need people who know the freedom. But you were not even worthy of a cage. You've incorporated the entire planet and you wonder where your hopes and your ideals geblieben sind.
Kehren wir von der Totalen zur Misere eines Indivduums zurück. Ich sehe ein Seelchen von euch in der Ecke eines Sofas sitzen. Ich sehe euch eine schüchterne Unterhaltung führen über dieses und jenes. Das Gespräch handelt einmal auch von der Politik und alles, was sich in euren Köpfchen regt ist Verblüffung und eine dumme Frage: „Aber dürfen die das?“ Als ob es euerer Erlaubnis bedürfe, damit irgendetwas geschieht, als hätte euere Meinung, euer Wesen Gewicht in der Welt – ihr loosen Blätter im Herbst der Menschheit. Euer Wichtigtun korrespondiert aufs köstlichste mit euerer einfältigsten Ohnmacht.
Ihr trennt euren Müll und wollt die Natur retten, but only for you, because your governments also the rest of humanity between separate useful and useless. You little harmless parasites rambles of honesty and morality, and buys you at the next corner to insure against the injustice your own existence, quietly and meekly hoping to be spared from doubts and accusations.
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