Where the bee sucks, there suck I . . .
For the unconditional love of one particular human soul.
This is Gorm, created in god’s imagination. The human species is Gorm ~ unfeeling, desensitised, divisive, deceitful, afraid and false.
Truth stimulates nothing, it’s the lies that give us comfort.
There can be no daily democracy without daily citizenship.
Who actually gives a fuck? No, really, who? Ask yourself.
“All the world over, I will back the masses against the classes.” William Ewart Gladstone
The finest words are no more than hot air when they are employed to deceive . . .
When is a thing something or nothing?
They consume, pick their sandstone teeth with the bones of human endeavour . . .
Is this it? Is this all there is?
Do you ever get the feeling all this has been a terrible mistake or worse, a really bad joke . . .