I could say

  
The era of short, simple sentences and remote courtships has arrived! Existence, just like a new beginning, frayed and shrank in on itself. Free yourself from the captivity of ladies' breast bras faster. The world of tabloids wet with kisses and intoxicated sensations is a world of syrupy filth. Pathetic graffiti on the bodies of freight wagons, the crayon and worn-out felt-tip pen drawings of childhood. They are already starting to show up on the wall of the rusted world as if they were minute people. On the sidewalk, you can see plenty of exotic silicone birds of paradise or party queens like Cleopatra. Like running water in the air; vile, calculating superficiality and gross, nausea-inducing arrogance abound in the rich earth!

Roots, small sprouts shake together in a deliberately cacophonous mess. Like a cursed, self-righteous newscaster, my groping fingers are constantly searching and crawling for permanent, human-born thoughts, so that I can cut through a less useless ass fiber myself! I can stay at least that long - if they ask - I can cry over: "People! I was only One of you, and yet still your human relative!" - In unmanaged gardens, unmanaged weeds can grow sooner.

Immortal shadows hover over me and I don't know what they can finally send me to this treacherous, wretched no-man's land?! My level of external and internal exile always brings a long atrophy. Now I am not afraid to say the vicissitudes of the trampling, fragile moment; who could only be a slave-fool during a completed life will remain so! - Now my reflection in a grotesque, grotesque poker-faced costume stares into a dull, crooked mirror, and what everyone can see, it immediately turns out that his time and past are fake! A feeble person can remain a wretched, wretched prisoner of deceitful blood circles, if he cannot have a worthy, noble soulmate; the destructive Nirvana-silence of Being teaches you to listen and feel at the same time!