Technology has allowed the weak to act and appear strong. Flaccid spine upright. Penny-pinching talons. Ignorant verbal combativeness. Non-thinking regurgitative words propelled by a hexagram. There is a reason you will never be discovered. You. Your infected soul defecates on those surrounding it. No use to no one. My words are nothing compared to the stench between your ears. Projecting the inner fears of your life onto others. A disgusting habit you picked up in the flesh trade. This trade allowed you to become what you now are. You traded your soul for penny pinching talons. A trade you indulged and excelled in. Your life is now a trade of something for nothing. Something is what you are. Nothing is what exists within you.
G.G. Kalfas 