DESIGNATED
with plentifully names, some humans have problems with the pronounciation,
what a surprise for a woman, everybody knows how to say Chianti when someone decides to have a glass of wine,
but Chiara ...?
INHABITED
probably just a battery station in the matrix ... please free me!
SURVEYED
by diverse, learned or even educated, people followed by the awareness I’m... I dare say... entirely sane but fit for nothing.
EMPLOYED
as a psychopathic pathologist called to, vocational advisor and spin doctor for moaning whores
and an exactly after 7:45 p.m. ALDI-shopper jumping the queue.
USING
certainly those with the wings, aroma overlays by well-established manufactures and... heads up! ... her brain before talking rubbish.
ACCOMMODATING
various longish animals of different breeds, for which occasionally one is good enough to eat and which cross their environment showing the tongue.
LISTENING
to numerous series of well-sounding melodies, that can be heard pretty loud. To be mentioned are here: Elusive, Tristania, Tarja Turunen and acrobats of sound like Nigel Kennedy.
SMILING
at people, who are firmly convinced that the origin of all human beings is a piece of clay and that, of course, in this case the laws of natural sciences aren't in force.
FIGHTING
against betacarotene-coloured alpine yodeller and cloned Ötzis, who try to be a DJ thousands of years later
...and against horde-forming beings who stand looking through brown-coloured glasses and with simple-minded ignorance in the way of the value of the human being and of the equality of everyone.