confession

I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't work.
I seem a little nervous.
"..- Doctor, I'm suffering.
- If you think so, you could visit a hospice
and look at people who are really suffering.."

And I also envy the cashier at the store.
She doesn't care about anything except the cash register and herself.
I asked the cashier for a lighter with Che Guevara
And she didn't understand what I wanted, she didn't know who he was.
This is a real angelic virginity of the brain.

Truly, not knowing too much is not emptiness but fullness.
The cashier breathes life with full lungs,
and I breathe unevenly with the news feed.
Which is constantly reporting
that control over the future is in the hands of someone unknown.

Well, to be fair, you don't have much more knowledge either.
I don't argue, but the half of my knowledge that isn't junk is pure poison,
And her knowledge is a milkshake.

She came to a not very friendly country from her distant village
and became a confident city dweller. Life is good.
What else can you worry about?
I think this cashier is a truly happy person
But we live in different worlds
And I won't be able to see the world through her eyes, no matter how hard I try,
It's probably spring in it and there is no war.
And she could tell you about unearthly love in the hayloft,
something you didn't know.
A decent woman, and she is one, will not worry too much about world politics.

Padre, I want to confess, this is a shameful confession from a person who has lost control over himself.
Yes, and aggravated, such a confession presupposes sinful thoughts,
that you once had this control.
Ouija, stop pretending to be a priest, you are not one, you are not ordained.
How do you know?
Well, that's enough. This act of creativity highlights unpleasant things.
A coward and a weakling? Yes, the moon is just big and bright.

And besides, what kind of creativity are we talking about here?
A genuine receipt for imbalance.
It's a shame not to control your emotions at all.
And I repeat, this is an act of creativity and stylization.
Everything here is full of lies and pretense,
I will eventually move to the darknet.

I only wanted to highlight the state,
But I received a full barrel of insults from
The impostor pastor.
And by the way, you did not do the absolution as required.
Sister, your sin is too terrible for this,
But I can burn you at the stake as a purifying compensatory fire.
Thank you. I just said that I don't sleep well.
And this is just enough for unforgiveness.

I hear the words I said later from others and these are specific things.
This synchronicity is frightening, it is at every step.
And this means that everyone drowned in the same energy broth
Or that I am just sleeping and this whole nightmare is my dream.

Are you ready, sister, in this case, to take responsibility for everything and everyone?
Well, if everything is under my responsibility,
then it would be worth fearing the worst possible development of events.
And no, I am not ready. That is why I am a man.

But you can still envy the cashier again.
Blessed are the poor in spirit, the kingdom of God is for them.
You have probably heard.
Ouija, you are not a priest for such sermons and not a theologian,
And I am not even a Christian.
In general, such nonsense as this text
I have never read, nor even written.