BEFORE THE END OF THE YEAR

The year is slowly drawing to a close, the manipulative mood is weakened, the traitorous heart is born, the careful mind is being brainwashed again, and the Spirit makes a sale; staggering, half-stupid, the hard-earned years pass over us. Man has long been accustomed to the rattling tiger roar. Who knows what the next decade of circus cages will bring?

And while some consider it a selfish and stubborn mission to jump, knowing that they have a castle of cards that will eventually collapse, they must resist all the evil, evil powers of the world! We shouldn't let this mutt drag the average down into dirty, poisonous waves today. Is there a storm coming or are you just afraid of another hyena-throat? The vast womb of our hangman-time is now a single twinkling, burnt-out candle flame...

Tomorrow's promises are no longer needed; It's like a sensational ending, free robberies are overlooked wherever possible. And now, as Ady had proclaimed, every vile, treacherous herd of ferries, the stench of booze spread triumphantly at the ends of the family street; Where even a snail is considered a bull just because it has horns - there you shouldn't bash the head of the common man against the wall, because the sins of the world are being punished again and again!

It would be nice to have some intimate, strange, temporary peace: when perhaps the restless Spirit can feel it, it has found itself and has found a shelter. Don't beat him to death with a cutter, a jerk, a bomb or a curse...