BAD LUCK PECH

My friend! You are better off if you choose a special mask for yourself so that they cannot see your truer self. The world is now full of brainwashed, superficial buffoons, like soldiers who want to be seventy, low-style celebrities, and no one cares about your kind of poet-life people, who still believe that higher, nobler ideas can exist. Love hearts need that lock just as much as they do dulled, bribed lives.

The eternally flattering Balek, who is always looked down upon by the given Chief Executive Officer, is no longer cool or chic; and although one way or another, it still goes on incessantly, because oiled ass licking is in vogue with thousands, and the whip only cracks if you are not appointed to a more profitable, affordable position, but a bigger ass! In the land of carved, statue-like Adams and Eves, what is the need for complex thoughts when someone else is thinking above your head?!

- And while the cage-level life-and-death fight is fiercely and greedily going on among the ant populations down there, you, as a little man, prefer to commit suicide of your own free will and, like someone who has gold, hang out in the offices of castings, because you secretly know that you absolutely cannot want to be a weasel-servant again. Trust and infidelity usually fail, or are failed by treacherous hands. Day and night, you can scrounge for the daily breadcrumbs, while your toddler demands a Barbie doll, Playstation, LEGO, scooter.

And you've been living in registered snail houses for a long time, which - back then - you even bought in installments, because that way your loan was more affordable, but the interest rates always had to creep up, and it's only a rare case that the APR can be zero percent. You'll either last a few decades with your teeth gnashing your teeth, or you'll die!