T o cut the breeding ground of the wild condor is to cut the dicks of off men.
Place stick up and down the inside corner of the eyes, exhale.
To pick the eyebrows and apply oily masks to the faces of women is to lead to crusty mouths in the depth of an expanding Sahara desert, a dry desert which can spoil the spirit departed of its wetness. No man's excrement is waste, but the waste that dominates our society is though unprogressed, not even considered for lack of monetary gains or rank. Power is held only in destruction, because the seeds of the spirit can again be reborn. It is the deafening whistles of our inner ears that alert us that we cannot hear the motors of our own bodies. We waste the earth, and with it take away the living species, all of whom correspond to our very souls.