EXAMPLE OF RELATIONS

Looks like you've had enough of the World. But in such a way that you would prefer to tie yourself to the very first tree, or take medicine that works without pain. You can work, you can sweat so much that you are tired of self-loathing, knowing that nothing will change, even if the hell eats, you won't be able to get ahead of the slouching, slouching, slouching Stróman candidates. You are well past the middle of your life; you wanted to hold on, but you preferred to let them hang on wherever they could.

Your peace of mind would be better ended by a true reckoning to yourself; wandering from one Existence to another as an eternal stranger. Your soul - even if it's not so inferior, commissar - sooner or later, like the raw snake skin, it will peel off to the bone. Unexpected outbursts and desperate acts line your routes at every age. If you don't pay enough attention, the sour milk will just bubble up in your throat, but the harmful bile juice won't do you any good either.

A bird's-bone atmosphere, you are constantly fiddling with padlocks, arguing with locks: I wonder why they really don't want to let you in, when you could have the same rights and privileges as those on the rungs of the donkey ladder. Do you bend down in the corridor of tears during your tired working day, and you don't understand why this could have happened to you?! A mirage bag of possibilities cannot create a laurel crown for you.

Your naked, honest face still needs another Janusz mask like a tire. If you choose the flattering sheep's head, you will remain a servant of your life, in which your happiness and joy only rarely last, if you make an eternal clown face, you will have a minute of diaphragm muscles flying at everyone, nothing more. The answer is the peeved puffball-idiot, who is a loser-stupid because he can hardly do anything else, and because common sense is being swept under the rug these days! - Well, this is how we stand now, lost in it, hesitantly sinking in the sand-grained Time!