There is no better word in the English language than "grotesque"..and it's not even English. So much for the Empire gone. Your fellow man is simply grotesque, even when slightly watched.
Here, in Sydney, I watch passengers on the steamy, uncleaned bus in the morning. They sit there sweating. You can read their thoughts because you are thinking the same:"why isn't anyone of you stupid people going to open the window next to you since there is no air-conditioning!"
The silence of the lambs is only shattered by inane talking on those bloody mobile phones, the status symbol of the gadget-zombies. Bring back National Service for all, make them dig a trench, make them sweat , make them get to know themselves for they know no-one else.
Maehhh..baaahhh
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