The Only Everyday And Eternal Reality Was

No, Not Rich. I Am A Poor Man With Money, Which Is Not The Same Thing.

It Was The Last That Remained Of A Past Whose Annihilation Had Not Taken Place Because It Was Still In A Process Of Annihilation, Consuming Itself From Within, Ending At Every Moment But Never Ending Its Ending.

Just Imagine, A Cow On The Balcony Of The Nation, What An Awful Thing, What A Shitty Country.

The World Was Reduced To The Surface Of Her Skin And Her Inner Self Was Safe From All Bitterness.

The Bells Of Glory That Announced To The World The Good News That The Uncountable Time Of Eternity Had Come To An End