Pob6
It's alarming that a secret meeting of world's powerful men in the field of banking, finance, politics, academe, military, and science converged into one small hotel in Watford, England, concocting crucial direction and policies that aim to maximize corporatist profit and power over the mass population, stripping their dwindling freedom and liberties, like sheep in a contained herd who are preoccupied with their daily mundane living, oblivious of the sinister intent of their elite masters.
The womb is ready to receive those millions of tadpole-shaped speedy seeds, hoping for one of them to enter the glorious delight, to create a magnificent creature nature had so far invented, but hope turn into disappointment, when millions of sperms can't find a single precious egg in sight, inside the barren tortuous fallopian tube.
Secluded in a dark cell, alone, lonely, hopeless, hungry, impoverished, a future without a destiny, a repentant young man asked himself 'why did I made that foolish 3D printed automatic rifle.'
Those red, blue, yellow, purple, pink neon colours in front of those kinky cabaret make me dizzy - it's time to go home. My tummy can't contain the cans of cidre - time to give up.