because prose

essay on the topic of how I spent the day in russian, translated artificially Int, by him (and composed) Nobody is responsible for anything never more, summed up the raven from the whatnot

all *банутые на всю голову (those that are "fucking nuts" in approximate translation), the peoples because this condition ultimatum to be human. Human is the narrow spectrum: temperature body plus the fixed mind within certain limits. going beyond the spectrum, a human is no longer a human.
i tell banality, right, i yet the human. iq test? really?  float on the surface of the water and measure the depth. I'm really sick of this global farce.

everything else is prohibited, so be human. baby, welcome to the madhouse. We, normative crazy ones, are in charge of everything here.

Why i writing this? what is unclear? I'm clutching at straw to remain human with my last strength. no, my temperature - norm.

A waste of time, Google translated almost everything.

but today I pocketed myself a "meditative hunger" turn of phrase. this about speaking style. describes how, having entered a trance, the girl talked about money, but this seems to be untranslatable.
it's a pity bu to the words didn’t have to.

I would take some kind of sedatif now, in order to comfortably level out at the proper level, but I have to think quickly for work.
however, if there is disagreement with me in anyone’s heart, know that I also think poorly of you, like floats. and buoys still boring and dull.

expanded, it seems the answer to a rhetorical question. I still have seven of them in my assortment.
answered at the same time, they will devour each other, what remains will be an exact hieroglyph.
but it will do just as well.

Serious people never talk about such topics? in vain.

floats do not sink; nothing can sink them.