Last year's summary

I'll speak up, if I have to. I grumble and complain. Hátha erst einmal majd deservelel a word, the likes of me can also and shy away in this false, nonsense age of the creduling digression, passed responsibility.

My disadvantage, - however I scrabble -, each time it snarls back at me like a wolf, unmoving guarding me, like a steel prison-basket of my pathological inferiority. - Behold, this great cup-bearing dare-devil and rabble-rouser has become a whole society of men. Where once it should have been learned to thrive, now the infected party of debauched orgies has degenerated into a simple-minded self-indulgence.

My money is not enough for dreams, but tomorrow it won't be enough for food. When I listen to holiday-party rants on screens I feel like a traitor. I'd spit on my pride with a calm heart

So long as you're in there partying, juggling, enjoying the temporary, transient life - blurred paint smears on crypt-make-up faces. You're in a brainwashed haze - while you're all unchanged, mesmerized by the great opportunity, the trap that lures you in.

Many already wish to go to Kukutyin. Let them laugh with elk's teeth and hyena's gates till they burst. That is all that remains: I have gone and appointed myself a clown-fool, to whose words and admonitions no dog will listen - yet they are clever, chattering, loud-mouthed, stupid, idiot brutes, dwarf-ostobes, who are forced to applaud in their hatred when chaos parades insidiously on the ruins of Order.

Thin and snarling, the responsibility is always mine. I can no longer be content merely to talk to myself. I have no sympathy for brainwashed laughing-stocks in a blinded state of neurosis!