THINGS THAT CAN BE PERCEIVED FROM THE OUTSIDE

Where are we headed in this loud, intentional decline, in which straw man landlords who are ready to puff themselves up from houses of cards standing on duck legs are throwing intended dreamlike words to the good people?! Because it is not possible that, having created little kings voluntarily and humbly and humbly, you have to serve them slyly, slyly, and sycophants.

Even the tired, complacent romanticism has become deadly boring, according to which: a world-beautiful, exotic beauty queen is unable to interpret and evaluate a love poem intended for her, and instead, a chubby, lip-smacking fish just burps: "Screw the Lové, little friend!" - Easily we bury forgettable desires, goals, and dreams in our own attractive graves, because we know exactly and well now: murderously brutal-selfish manipulation, interest, and ruthless relationships dictate the trend here, like jerks dressed in fashion-created suits.

Supermodels also deliberately hide the tears of stars, who maintain give-and-take businesses by degrading themselves into pathetic influenza, and glorify something that never made any real sense, because sooner or later everyone gets old, no matter how many times they go under the beautician's knife. It's as if everyone is already thirsty for the cheap, empty tinsel Látvány, clinging to it with an inviting convulsion. Existence will forever remain unfinished, because Man seems to no longer want to know who, how and how they can control the simplified appearances of things and relationships?! That may be why he nods instead and just nods with tired resignation.

Even on back roads, only movie stars can drive in flashy, posh clothes, while most of the superficial mass of joggers in the World seem to have lost their recognizable human features. Behind the crooked smile, the insensitive Reality lures you into a silent gaping abyss.