Analysis of SNAPSHOT SCISSORS

The XXI. modern creations of the 20th century: Glamour, Fasion Week fashion-trend galas in all quantities. There are no World Shouts, the seventy-seventh Cannes Film Festival, and more and more unpleasant, superficial Janus-faced minutemen who are only excited by themselves. Grimacingly famous - The whole gathering series of Nobody, who have already forgotten so many happy-sad ordeals of their sad childhood; The duels of dragons, sorcerers, and witches, so that they themselves became liars and two-colored Medusa heads. They have already exaggerated the massive masks of stereotypes; thin pearls of truth are crumbled by the diva who sincerely tears. "My dear young lady! The killer combination of collagen and botox will be too much! The bikini line is still visible!"

Although - it is possible - that he is only pretending very effectively. Here, love, love, the hidden, superstitious Apocryphal recognition of movements and looks, when two wounded hearts can find each other behind the curtains of the Universe, have degraded into an out-of-fashion, worthless joke. The garish, mushy manure juice floats like a cold jam, with a melon-skinned duck on it, just like the apparent balloon careers, which at best only sound good in words, but in reality mean nothing; it's easy to get rid of them.

Do the personalities known as indiviuudum tremble even once?! Degrees of happiness and success are entwined in dubious webs. The self-deceptive parchment-hearted mummies of interests and mania keep popping up here and there, because they can't understand when it would be appropriate to stop everything at the top and cut it off completely. In the constant inferno of doubt and certainty, it would be good to question or refute many things anew!

And while the sensationalist few are compensated with public, party-worthy circuses, the dreary ordeals of the monotonous, gray weekdays no longer excite anyone, nor do they care! Somewhere, a little kid yelled at his teenage mother, blaring, a tiny child's cry echoes in the horn of the bird-seen well...