Anarchist A_ | Today I remembered hypocrisy. They sell us love, faith, forgiveness, blessings, distraction, dreams. They sell anything if we are ready to buy It up.   If it is hard to tell who ‘’they’’ are, it could be because of us… All we ever wanted was everything.   White-collared promises that children follow, a better tomorrow. Only if you work for it for every tomorrow. And me, waiting in the cold, snow on my face, rye in my pocket, hoping for answers for a different age. Society remains dying. And we have killed it. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? Top Notes: Credit Cards, Whiskey, Snow. Heart Notes: Money, Candle Wax, Ink. Base Notes: Plastic Bag, Priest’s Clothes, Holy Water, Olibanum Sacra Resin Green, Precious Woods. Extrait de Parfum