There should be 128 books on how to spot a thief, _4_, 124 books on how to flush him down the toilet like a red fish in a red bowl, _1_, 123 books on how to spot an imposter in the roughest worst weather and of course _4_, 119 books on worthless thoughtless earthquake prone fake evil degenerate books…_9_…sometimes my readers, you may be able to justify stealing when you know who you are stealing from but not the other way round…my readers, the first paragraph of PLANET 19:
The very dark days of un-souled generations are worse than unconditional. Soiled, they are phantom limbs of glory, fermented, short hand mathematical employment of miniatures of ignorance always escaping the heights of intelligence. And its progress, immersed in its biophysical matrix becomes systemically induced poly tones of inhumanity. When the bad repose accompanies life, without any true sensations to accompany it, it gives off an aftermath of pleasure. The wonder and the life go asunder.