Racing without survival

Everything starts all over again! Either the domestic pensioner salary riots, which are kept fresh and fixed, explode or take an ill-advised, new direction, or things that would be totally unacceptable in a normal, nonsense-grotesque society continue to take place with foreign assistance. A sudden mind-numbing darkness flows everywhere, and even the harmful, melting tar syrup floods the overcharged, wandering heads, stuck on the polluted garbage heap of cultures!

The small objects, the unsaid destructive weed criticisms, the twice as much time promising many wealthy Eldorados, the sugar daddy still boldly extends his hand to the simpler people, lying about his help, and flatteringly, and after breaking one by one with his rare nails, the modern-day Robinson deliberately if you forget to wash your hands, the given amount will be taken back automatically with your help.

Wretched, or rather wretched beasts, you see this and you understand that today's world was never - will never be - a syrupy fairy tale, which your childhood used to condescendingly condescend to you. Massive, blood-curdling social criticism, judgmental critical comments, which are all about to warn - everyone can already guess how unrealistic and unreal it is to wake up from this.

Continuing to dream useless luxury dreams is equivalent to certain exhaustion. Alpha-males, who seem fearless, spy on the often hysterical kitten-celebs, because even the average person knows that he is a pitiful slob, and that "some people" can never be good enough! "One way or another, the performance is over!"

Spoiled nouveau riche teenagers running around with smartphones exchange obscene hateful messages with each other, while everyone's life has been irreversibly emptied!