Cutting-edge Cache

Then... he started some serious mowing or re-arranging. He wanted to feel and hear something unaffected. Maybe something saying: this isn't therapy! He sought to massage the nudity of creepiness, to tame the smoothness or roughness of validity, to uncloak and understand life`s insanity. What I witnessed in the shops and other entities was cynical. You and your friends, you midwifed the eloping of cash too! We know that you and your cohorts have a horrible tendency of disappearing into the arms of Osiphatheleni. Are their arms alluring, affectionate and warm? Do they moan, "Currency caress me, Cash cushion me?" Do the police see you weave your way into those illicit arms? Do not for a minute tell me some folks are not beneficiaries. Currency, I think you are digging your financial grave. That surrogate flirtation with Osiphatheleni is despicable!