Sick people swarm around me nowadays. Sick in the head and the heart, all around the film of sickness. What makes them sick? It’s inside somewhere, something deep.
It feels almost like claustrophobia, because the film is all over everyone. Something made people sick. It happened to them by accident, no one wants to be sick, but sick people, very sick, sicker than you can imagine.
All around me, so I can never escape the sickness. It’s not pestilence, it’s a state of mind this disease and sickness. It’s in the neural connectors, it’s in the synapses, it’s in the heart of everything, in the brain function. So there’s no escape.
What do you do when a whole country becomes sick? Every one is at it, every one is a little sick now; don’t fight it anymore, let it seep in, let it flow all the through.
In by the back door they slip in the lies and they blossom and we become sick, and I’m sick too now; sick with the sickness, there’s no escape, why marginalize? Move on to the summit, there’s nothing stopping the rot, let it happen, give it expression, in fact become part of it.
Everyday life in this way becomes normalized, no longer are we sick to ourselves, but you are sick to me, there’s no thread from the last to the next, just one break with decency and now you are sick, a sick child, after being a sterling baby.
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