Here I am again, in my vegetable garden with no chance of tomatoes as far as my eyes can see. Unknowingly unprecedented tomatoes on their way to the transhipment, ripe for destruction. The day after tomorrow, you're all going to vote again because it's your duty to have tomatoes without chance. This vegetable garden is getting rotter and rotter and you're keeping her alive by supporting this system. It really doesn't take glasses to let you be fooled and used by other unchuckled tomatoes, but to kick more.
The information highway, as it was called when it was opened with much tom-tom, turns out to be a dusty dead-end sandy path, where the rotten no-chance tomatoes manipulate the rest and abuse this barren kitchen garden for their own personal gain. You live under the belief that you are free to say what you want. Well, the sight of this waste ruins my appetite and growth. Call it waste, but waste assumes there has been growth. Proliferation is something other than growth.
It is sad to see that the vast majority of no-chance tomatoes are too afraid to see, let alone admit this. You can have that whole rotten shambles as far as I am concerned, but the stench has become insufferable to me and what's worse, you're keeping ithese rotten no-chance tomatoes as gardeners, and that's not gonna change until you open your eyes and protest. You really don't have to march, even more so, that makes no sense at all. It is a sweetener for no-chance tomatoes from the rotten no-chance tomatoes.
The only thing that really makes sense is like with any other addiction: STOP! Away with this not only barren, but also completely looted soil. Let's tear out and burn all those overripe and whitered tomato plants. Even composting this soup mess is out of the question, it will only become a hopeless and sad, the earth unworthy kitchen garden. Tomatoes all the countries split up and withdraw, forsake, forsake!
