DONKEY HORN

Interpreter for us, why should you? We have already overcome language, will, shackled Nothings. Art, as a vast storehouse of thoughts, only stands or falls on the sober, age-seeking vision of a few financiers, Sugar daddy.

This is a reality here: now an unreal delusion is mixed into it, it covers the little people and those around us, who are the first to be hit by rain, dew, pigeon droppings, by all the movements we organize.

The big one, even the little one, rumbles like so many massive, old toilet bowls, and when thrown into them, so many rotten honey-scented pempers rumble. The taunting crowd wails cat music. I can almost feel the endlessness of their thirst, and some terrifying fear-nausea pervades, and because I would be the weakest in existence, why deny it. You are afraid in the maze.

And new worlds beckoned me, and I went with them, Because the counterweight of innocence is experience, But there is no way back from experience. Let everyone know what kind of punishment awaits The defiant bigot, who grinds fate and appropriates himself! If the measurable changes. Oh, power! I remain here in anonymity.

Anyone who isn't just a brainwashed idiot already knows: To get money honestly is the greatest dishonesty. It is laziness to keep money even in our pillow for too long. Losing money by accident is also suspicious. If you don't have it, you will end up with No.

And sometimes I shake hands with myself. I don't cry more than necessary, When I cry myself is a secret. Now I wouldn't learn to keep my mouth shut, because more than enough people have already kept it shut! Let curses and curses rot inside.