Once the shoes of exercise you were to walk miles. Once the car which had gone on your honeymoon was one with which your father taught you to drive. Once the work lasted a lifetime.
It was not so long ago, the fathers to the children who passed the job along with the family tradition, after all, inherited a piece of universal culture. Today only do solicitors, bankers and dentists, but at one time was also granted to the merchants, the carpenters, to anyone he wanted.
Once the clock if you broke you could hope to do this fix. Today, if you break the watch, unless you find someone who can fix it, you hope it will not cost you more than the watch!
Everything, everything we have. Today we can choose what job to do, or so we were led to believe. Why then, if you go to see, 30 years before anyone knows what he wants to do and after 30 having to give up the evidence of what happens, even to eat!
But you live better, life expectancy has been extended. The butts of the children are always soft and fragrant, all imbued with paraffin. You put us in toothpaste triclosan and so you have defeated all of the fear of disgrace for bad breath. Tap but to deal with the fear of cancer. If you want to look like a nice little have to suffer, right? Who knows proverbs will be in 2100!
It was not so long ago, the fathers to the children who passed the job along with the family tradition, after all, inherited a piece of universal culture. Today only do solicitors, bankers and dentists, but at one time was also granted to the merchants, the carpenters, to anyone he wanted.
Once the clock if you broke you could hope to do this fix. Today, if you break the watch, unless you find someone who can fix it, you hope it will not cost you more than the watch!
Everything, everything we have. Today we can choose what job to do, or so we were led to believe. Why then, if you go to see, 30 years before anyone knows what he wants to do and after 30 having to give up the evidence of what happens, even to eat!
But you live better, life expectancy has been extended. The butts of the children are always soft and fragrant, all imbued with paraffin. You put us in toothpaste triclosan and so you have defeated all of the fear of disgrace for bad breath. Tap but to deal with the fear of cancer. If you want to look like a nice little have to suffer, right? Who knows proverbs will be in 2100!
At this point one might think that live up to one hundred years later is not all that gain, if the best that can happen is that you take the minimum, your children will be abroad to make ends meet, you have no grandchildren in which you can dump the hopes that your children are dismissed and peck a cancer risk as well!
When I try to find an explanation for all this I always end up to make some bizarre conspiracy theory. Think about it. If we were guinea pigs would have a sense that toxic substances are the most common detergents. If we were the guinea pigs would escape a sense of everything that can be valuable: the affections, ambitions, sunshine, clean air, living space, the pleasure of a walk out of the cage ... Think about it! We have removed even the possibility of owning precious objects. A hand-made radio, a pair of shoes that are worth to be worn, even the music! The empire of plastic is finally revealed, abandoned the remains of Panglossian democracy, from "a chance for all" to one for all ". But in reality, they give us only the superfluous, scrapped, the ephemeral, the ridiculous, unnecessary.
All product series, of course. Even the food: wine tetrapack, battery eggs, canned meat. And in return for what? Tanning instant, instant meals, drinking instant snapshots and even love! You heard the last sxxxxxxxxa, chat roulette? No? One stands in front of the monitor, but first you fully dressed, combing, the makeup, the rouge, maybe it also checks the breath ... and then click. Look at his face. If he likes to stay, if not DoubleClick. And so to the bitter end. Without even saying hello. As the turns.
Tell me a bit, to think of it, the idea that we are doing a guinea pig to a handful of billionaires bastards who think they are god's not so weird, right?
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