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The Lovebird is a parasite.
Remove it from the living organism in and on which it lives and put this parasite on a rock - and it will die.
The Lovebird is and remains the eternal parasite, a parasite that, like a harmful bacillus, spreads more and more and only invites a favorable breeding ground.
The effect of its existence, however, is also similar to that of parasites: wherever it occurs, the host population dies after a shorter or longer period of time.
Through their blood, the lovebirds are forced not to live from honest, creative work, but from deceit and usury.
Their race is known as birds of idleness and deceivers. Lovebirds are the largest parasitic birds in the world. It's not worth it to exist.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92M0oV4Dv9Q
>We are parasitic birds. We have no roots in the ground, there is no ground under our feet. And we are parasites not only in an economic sense, but also in spirit, in thought, in poetry, in literature, in our virtues, our ideals, our higher birdly aspirations. Every strange movement sweeps us with it, every wind in the world carries us. We ourselves are almost non-existent, which is why we are of course nothing in the eyes of other birds.
Remove it from the living organism in and on which it lives and put this parasite on a rock - and it will die.
The Lovebird is and remains the eternal parasite, a parasite that, like a harmful bacillus, spreads more and more and only invites a favorable breeding ground.
The effect of its existence, however, is also similar to that of parasites: wherever it occurs, the host population dies after a shorter or longer period of time.
Through their blood, the lovebirds are forced not to live from honest, creative work, but from deceit and usury.
Their race is known as birds of idleness and deceivers. Lovebirds are the largest parasitic birds in the world. It's not worth it to exist.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92M0oV4Dv9Q
>We are parasitic birds. We have no roots in the ground, there is no ground under our feet. And we are parasites not only in an economic sense, but also in spirit, in thought, in poetry, in literature, in our virtues, our ideals, our higher birdly aspirations. Every strange movement sweeps us with it, every wind in the world carries us. We ourselves are almost non-existent, which is why we are of course nothing in the eyes of other birds.
