Good morning

Give me my pineapple!
I need it!
The eBay rummage auction.
He grabbed it out of my hands at the last minute.
You know you have my stuff in your house.

Instead of a pineapple, I got a head with four faces.
Now it's looking at me with an angry face.
It's my portrait and I don't want to turn it the other way.
I'm pissed.
By the way, that glazed pineapple is still my pineapple.
Okay, someone woke up with a distinct sense of "me" and therefore "mine."

I'm an aggressive person.
The pineapple is mine.
Why are they laughing? Supporting their images of dorks and good guys?
This four-faced head doesn't have a side with a calm face.
It's a gallery of my portraits. Emotions are exhausting.
All sides are distorted with grimaces.

Chinese figurines? No, of course they're French caricatures.
A laughing grimace is no better than an angry one.
The artist is a realist. I'm a realist too.
No, I haven't painted in a long time. Why should I?
Only corpses don't have distorted faces.
The expression on your face is a contraction of nerve endings.
You can get that cute smile with a pinprick of electricity.

Looks like instead of a nice girl, I woke up to an evil demon.
I just slept in and came to my senses.
Where's my pineapple!?
That auction was ten years ago.
What does that change?

This audience, they're laughing,
but they still expect the artist to die in front of them.
Come on, we want emotion.
Otherwise our head has no faces, it's just a ball.
Gladiator, come on, beat that lion.
Toreador, well, I'm all for the bull.

And what about the French, they are frivolous people and long ago gave a damn about their existential theorists.
Yeah, they just gave them a long nose.
Pierre, let's count the pebbles,
They're pebbles from the beach.
and they're magical, they're smaller and bigger, you can't count them.
When the colonizer went to look for a rarity that doesn't exist, the blue tiger,
he bought only blue stones.
He didn't connect that color to his intention to discover the miracle.
They drove him crazy afterward.
He wanted a miracle, but he wasn't ready to meet it.
Well, he could imagine a blue tiger, for he was a colonizer.
He had a cork helmet and he certainly knew what miracles were supposed to be like.
A blue tiger is acceptable.
(- wrong country)
Out of the way.
This is my favorite story.
That's my pineapple.
Die, I paid for the ticket.

Oh, the ever-suffering Kremlin actress is performing in New York - the audience is delighted.
The Kremlin is thrilled, too.
Why did you idiots turn off my monetization?
I don't need it, it's just embarrassing to watch everything without commercials.
No, Vasya, they won't let you in,
you don't have the money to travel, you're not a Kremlin protege.
Detention is overcrowded, if anything, don't you have a villa in Spain?
You don't have a work visa in France?

Well, she said she was ashamed of you,
That you're for everything bad and she's against it.
That's the name of a touring visa.
and that it's also the Chileans' fault they died instead of killing Pinochet.
No, she didn't say that.
But you can still sell your life for a bargain.
It's still in your hands!

Equals
"it's all your own fault" - (always use this in business).
And then you just have to play the idiot and
The fifth emotion is poker face.
Idiot is an international concept, right Google?
Vast inclusiveness in your office, that's understandable.

Oh, government organizations around the world
are intensely inclusive.
No, only the chinese are traditionalist conservatives--
they don't keep fools in power.
It's so unmodern.
A Kremlin actress is conquering New York, and
Your idiots fight me?
Consider me defeated.

Enjoy your dementia,
professional performers will sing to you about your feelings and thoughts.
And you'll feel very sweet.
What cute dimples she has on her cheeks when she smiles,
Hee hee hee hee hee
If you put an electrode to a muscle, it'll cause the same contraction.
She was fun, he was determined, she was romantic--
They're so fond of these husks and wrappers and wrappers of wrappers,
there's nothing wrapped up in it, it's just empty packaging.

I eat candy wrapped in rice paper, they eat it with the wrapper,
And they're not sweet.
They don't know the difference.
It's all ahead.
"-I like being a bit of a goofy because my boyfriend's a bit of a goofy."
Oh, yeah, that's a comfort.
They're so sweet.

Is that the mean side?
No, it's the emotionless face.
You know, like psychopaths-- they're not emotional.
They're exceptionally nice people.
The evil russian from iron man?
He didn't represent good at all in there.
I don't remember very well.
You good?
I'm health. Everyone else is seriously ill.

It's a reflection of what?
It's a national close-up.
Stop asking questions like you're in a seance.
Or I'll give you the right unasked one,
and you'll have to leave the nice, idiotic community.

Don't do that,
I'll just stay mad, that evil head face is a statue.
That's my pineapple!
He snatched my pineapple out of my hands in the last millisecond of the auction.
Give it back, I won't forgive that.
That pineapple is gonna destroy your house, you idiot.
A three-inch glazed box will destroy your miserable home.
Of course, I don't know how to lose.
Yeah, you can count me out.

Idiocy can't be defeated, no one can beat it,
Maybe we, my friends, should take his side.
Because if you don't, you're gonna keep losing.
Being in a world of idiots, it's disingenuous to claim him for it.
Don't.

Maybe that demon should go back to sleep and wake up tomorrow a normal person.
That's too icy.
That's not even a four-faced statue's facial expression.
Fixation in the transient stages of movement is an art.
You can't even notice them.
I never sleep.
Or maybe you think at some point I'm not here.
Where's my pineapple?

Uh, did it fall off the shelf?
Have you been having bad dreams, baby? I was just kidding.
Throw it in the trash, fool.
You took someone else's, don't you ever do that again.

(and it's also possible that they're fighting you and not the kremlin's prot;g;s, not because they're idiots, but because they have their own reasons.
To be at one with your declared enemy, but to fight against me, well, that means that there are undeclared intentions and undoubtedly Chinese advisors.
I see the elegance of ancient style cunning.
or it's idiocy of an order I can't even believe exists.)

Demon, please go to sleep.

they pissed me off a little bit.
I was starting to recognize the types of opposing idiots.
and they do more damage
than any natural element.
The only dangerous ones are the ones who just pretend to be idiots.
Pretending?
Show me one!

Sleep please
you're just an ordinary person.
Dick-two!
There are no ordinary people.
And where's my pineapple,
by the way?

_DeepL translation._