In these wasteful hours, so much succumbed to deceit. But to go on regardless, among the slaves and pigs.
For what are we except turtles? Imbecility reigns together with flaccid facial expressions. You are a program, and nothing more.
We should have been poets and inventors, but our designed trails took us and did not let us go. We swam in the ocean, and cared only for pleasure and mediocre activities.
Of humans, there is enough. Should we have more?