TRAPPED OUTSIDE

I'm listening to the old old man's moaning at night... The dirty-gray foam of the old Danube, like a pile of dung juice, brings swirling black hole ice rolls with accelerated running service. He has cast huge shadows on me so many stars and man-wrecks cherish among themselves dethroned, spawned neon lights.

The city is once again in a boisterous, mean-spirited crowd of people. It is as if many would rather seek the Lost Treasure Chest of Darius, and seek it with greedy plunder, than embrace love, the good word of human friendship. A snaking queue at one of the pretend soup kitchens, where one or two celebs, starlets still appear. ,Ah! Dear Artist! I really liked your song on TV! If you'd like to hear about the cancer of my sad childhood!"The answer is no longer there, because two Gorilla-brained, grim bodyguards are already there, and whether they are a desirable class alien or a K. U. K. they're pulling me out of the party Bustle. ,Get the fuck out of here while I say it!"- sounds like a blatant threat.

I wonder: it's like every year they expect donations with the same template and the magic 1%. But the rich man thinks three times before doing good to some! You can't trust him anymore!

Like a sensitive seismograph, the feeling always secretly announces in the visceral instincts of the soul: who can I trust and who it is, whom I deliberately prefer to avoid far away, even the one with the plague! For the world has become more suspicious, more calculating, more manpulative again, and in it man is only a silent, agonizing traveller.

Beautiful, idyllic dreams can only be turned into pennies these days. But I was still happy with my talking Teddy-bear, who I thought was always listening to me as a friend, and perhaps that was the secret of the whole thing: a curious, playful, childlike attitude to the calvaries of cumbersome, sneaky everyday life!