REMAINS OF WRECK

Because it's easier to break away than to belong to the common stars, to find a home, a needle in a pile, a hand, it releases the bugs of your existence, and to enjoy the wine road and serenity. They may be seen elsewhere, only the human eye is mistaken. It is better to be desolate, uninhabited alone, otherwise anyone ostracizes or insults; The sign of the past is beating in my heart.

I left this serious world, but like a cat on a tin can, I dragged all my important ulterior motives behind me. It rang out after me: "Now then I should also deal with my selfish prosperity!" Renunciation is also a bit anti-death. A golden key that opens the shop door to the afterlife.

Honestly, I guessed that the difference between hunch and knowledge is the size of a canyon? According to the leading sociographic bodies, humanity, at least the segment of it that is willing, able and able to deal with such questions, is recently preparing to transition from the consumer society to the information society. But then, I ask, if he crosses over, why does he look more and more brutally, more and more deliberately like a jerk-off idiot, like a brainwashed bum-peasant like Mr. Pál Pató fiscal, who can only understand very, very little from the abbreviations of simple sentences?! In fact! Not always!

So the gap between people is all the more painful, even in the place of reflections on the consumer society in times of axioms against wolves and lambs. Like the subway or tram driver who carelessly runs over you and just says: "I'm sorry!" It was an accident!" Or the flower shop's young, well-made-up, 10-centimeter-long fake nails, who, upon a bouquet of flowers and a poem with twenty stanzas, burps out of the mouth of a fish with lips: "What am I going to do with this Shit?! Where is the diamond ring? !"