My problems you sufferers

A shabby-gaudy, a nasty existence, I fear, rarely promises more opportunities! Why can't man be but a comforting herald of the mediator of redemptive hope? Or humble buffoon who, with pearl-words, makes others confess? The tender, humble knower of lady-hearts, the handkerchief's handmaid Who catches in her handkerchief the echo-sounds of stray, joyful tears! A literary researcher, a kind of whimsical freak, whose task it might be to tread a path, to save the culture-preserving manuscripts of forgotten, little-known authors, to the still remembered Bitch-ages!

A cudar-cifra, a nasty existence, I fear, rarely promises more opportunities! Why can't man be but a comforting herald of the mediator of redemptive hope? Or humble buffoon who, with pearl-words, makes others confess? The tender, humble knower of lady-hearts, the handkerchief's handmaid Who catches in her handkerchief the echo-sounds of stray, joyful tears! A literary researcher, a kind of whimsical freak, whose task it might be to tread a path, to save the culture-preserving manuscripts of forgotten, little-known authors, to the still remembered Ceda-ages!

I wonder why I could not have been a brave, conquerable, romantic titan in the love of the Universe - Whatever I did or tried to do, beyond the promises of promising, deceptive, delusive promises, the grace of fulfilment eluded me!

How can stupidity and foolishness be reconciled with this modern Age, and how can the brainwashed Celeb-minds play through plasma screens: how can the reception of a larger share of viewers end up dulling the dental cells of our brains with infamous, barely five-minute long comedies, mall chick-dolls? Man! It's in vain to deny it: your intellect, if you have any rusted and rotten luck left, always favours others! You should listen more wisely, relearning humanity and culture!