The sexual dissipation of the devils and she-devils that serve me
makes me sweetly insane.


People hug each other more and more seldom.

Something starts to turn upside down in the man.

Unlike the other creatures of the nature, he - against himself - cannot find the balance.

Having reproduced too numerously and not seeing the nature's course of events, he walks

and stumbles over hisĀ  identity that he has lost irretrievably.

His identity becomes more and more like the little child's figment.

The child is not able to live without care.

It's not a plant.

The nature will not take care of the child.


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