TREFOILS

MY BEAUTIFUL WORLD (like in the song of Nick Cave) 

The world is being pressure-cooked by a bunch of casual chefs, every single of them with their own recipe. But don’t expect a banquet, like the ones from and for the royalty. Instead, you gonna be squeezed for the ‘juices’ because their favourite spice is ‘human suffering’.

 

2026-01-21

 

DO YOU REALLY WANT TO HURT ME? (like in the song of Boy George)

 

The world is being torn apart by a bunch of nobel prize winners in wait: “winner takes it all!” it’s their motto. (Mine, by the way, is: ´Love thy neighbour!’ or even better: Love to love!)

 

2026-01-21

OLD NEW WORLD (like in Business as casual)

 

The states have the newest and most potent bomb in the world, capable of destroying everything but the enemy. Once dropped it can wipe out everything even in the far corners of the world. Only three countries have an effective defence: wait, laugh and profit -a sort of iron(y) dome made with the rarest of the brightest deceivers.

The thing it’s called Trumclear bomb, made of deadly societal decay. It’s ultrasonic propulsion comes from verbose, which makes it impossible to know, accurately, from which direction it comes, or if it comes at all, rendering any defense impossible. I’ve heard some scientists are, in a hurry, tinkering with a possible defense: late night educational courses. There’s only a catch, the boomerang effect: this means the thrower will, almost for sure, get back what it throws.

 

2026-01-22 

Richard Man