Nausea. Camus

___________________________________________“..I puke on your affairs..” “.. no fate, no hope..”  c.  E. Letov

Well, that's it, I'm absolutely tired of them.
Crown princesses of a non-existent crown
with rat faces for dessert now.
Enough.
I don't want to waste Ox Energy on these stupid attractions.
I deny this substance its existence.

Yes, my word is the Law.
There is no way to “change your mind.”
That's why I never lie.
And what a relief.
The bull and I have a lot of energy-consuming things to do.

I deny them existence.
Well I like the creepy Indian tradition
That's why I laugh a lot, but I never joke.
Every word I say has the status of law.

Well, I'm warning you. Was it necessary first?
Oh, pardon.
Don't make noise, I don't know anything about your affairs.
not you will not be, there will not be me among you.
Because
I deny you existence.

(in general, I was usually not there, this is not a manifesto outside,
it’s just a receipt – internal documentation.
This space no longer exists, perhaps I will miss it.)

Out of greed, we didn’t want to waste our energy on them anymore?
Yes.
Coldly?
This is a fresh wind.
“..the space is open - nothing is sacred”
This is the password?
No is the answer

Wind to me, stench to them. all fair and square - “tops and roots”.