SPLEEN PERFORMANCE FOR EVERYDAY
Rather, I deliberately hide from the nowhere, wretched World what an exiled fugitive I am, as if nothing had happened but a doomed person tried to get by, but he never found help. Where have I left the watchmen, who warn the living at night just as they warn the watch-flames of the day?! Even so, the mouth opens less and less for open speeches. However, I still don't understand root extraction, nor unbearable exponentiation, and because everything and everyone is ruled by Money - it seems - the only measure, even though my forty years have passed by now. I should have replied in my raw adolescent voice: "Dear Teacher! The
Life requires the rules of survival, and not just logical formulas!" - It seemed that the Forest Gump self-consciousness wanted to build permanent castles out of my eternal fall. In each case, I ran towards missed and missed opportunities, until I found no one waiting for me on the arrival page. Situations that seem impossible - he is afraid - can never create an identity neither with me nor with the person who still believes that the problems can be solved.
Another Miss Balaton, and you are dreamy ladies! I firmly believe that in the many unnecessary appearance-externalities, anyone could still see the deep-hiding Man?! But by God, one's mouth really hurts, even if one chews algopirin with it, like candy. Every day I realize the thin, but sharper parallel between the Real and the Unreal, that it would not hurt to live differently, in a different way than the set of current rule-following alternatives. Would I be homeless in my soul?! Noise is created by the daily horse-running, nerve-wrecking strain, and merciless infernal tachycardia intertwined with high blood pressure!
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Written on April 30, 2024
Submitted by oasev on April 29, 2024
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