Fortune-telling in a large English dictionary

I'll guess using the dictionary.
Yes, but when you want to say something bitter
You can always remember that
At the very bottom of life, too, “there is its own little vomited Fuji.”
And even every hole has its own Fuji,
Snail on the slope, you always have Peaks,
which you can strive for.
Crawl like a snail, any vertical is a flat surface.

What's happened? You're not inspired by the "you can do it" poster.
But other people are genuinely inspired.
“We came into the world to become junior service personnel and helpers!
And we are a team! "
Yes, and you envy their simplicity.

A poor man turning himself into a useful function for pennies,
Compare your income to the billion-dollar fluctuations of stock stocks.
This is money out of thin air, there are many types of it,
but the helper doesn't need to know about it,
Otherwise he will understand everything.

The Ghost of Communism
and the chimera of the proletariat with justice came to us?
Late. Serfdom was introduced a long time ago.
Well, it's just not advertised too much.
“My claims to the world are much more serious.”
To God? Are they to God? And it’s not news at all either.
Anyone who is zealous in them turns into Dracula.
Those who do not work hard remain small service personnel.

Put quotation marks around each word
this has been thought through by millions of heads millions of times.
This is the bitter crease between the eyebrows.
I don't have any crease. A pained expression on your face always looks very stupid.
Well, of course, it would be desirable for the mask to look smart. Polish it often to make it shine.
And if we were smart, we wouldn’t be here at all.
And it’s true Anton Palych, dear. Liqueurs? Maybe “ich sterbe” champagne?
I'm kidding. They staged all your comedies as dramas. Do not cry,
eat the cherry. I am a black monk, of course - your sunset Fata Morgana.
Do you see trousers with ruffles and a corset and not a cassock with a hood?
And what kind of masquerade!? Don’t swear, it was just your imagination in the setting sun.
There was no one at all on the bench in that park next to you.
I assure you you always see what is not there.

Their champagne is indistinguishable from beer. Yes, that's exactly it
Your last champagne “ich sterbe” was a local cider bottling.
Yes, this feeling of deception overtakes everyone in the end.
That's funny. Without a doubt.

They will make a tragedy out of it and stage it in the theater.
Do not cry. Eat the cherry.
What kind of pantaloons do you imagine!
Up to the knees?
These are repressed erotic dreams.
You scribbled the papers and didn't say a single honest word about the pantaloons.
"Lady with a dog"?
Understatement is a hundred times more vulgar and vulgar than frankness.
It's like a dirty joke.
Of course, as an art form I respect porn more.
But I am a mirage - a black monk - just a bizarre refraction of rays.
A reflection of an event that may never have happened.

Of course, I understand the subtlety of the joke.
return lilies of the valley to Nabokov, this is not a forest flower, this is a flower of the lowlands, -
Well, Nabokov understood women too well.
Oh your eyes are beautiful like a swamp, like a black swamp,
You can perish and become mummified in them.
Who is this Nabokov?
I don't know.

Eat the cherry. Drama The Cherry Orchard - Comedy?
Of course, they're just not doctors.
and the clerks were not diagnosed with pneumonia.
You wouldn't dare smile.
But his pale horror was funny.
I know, I remember how you saw all this absurdity
A worthless life before a majestic death.
Writers who are doctors are understood correctly only by readers who are pathologists.
Their scalpels give them such humor.
No, the patients do not laugh at him.
“Ich sterbe” – it’s really funny.

What's the news?
It's so ugly, you'll really drop it
for all this a nuclear bomb.
This is also a quote from a very respected but German writer.
Was there no nuclear bomb? Doesn't matter, just shoot anything that moves like a prosecutor
Until you shoot the entire clip of your anger, resentment and frustration.
Oh, we know who this claim is to, yes, Dracula.
Yes, I attribute my words to them. And what not?
Bite me.

And tell me Ouija keyboard, where did Chekhov suddenly come from here?
And five more writers?
What if we were going to tell our fortunes using an English dictionary?

I'm not a bookworm. I'm just an ordinary little girl from the alley.
I had no money and for the sake of a new job I bought insurance, a SIM card, and a navigator.
Now I have no job or money at all.
But such fools do not exist in nature.
Let's go Ouija, let's rob the newspaper stand.

These are strange times, you can't bet on the end of the day.
Don't be fooled, it won't be like before, you can't continue.
But you can't even start.
Because after sunset comes night, not morning.
Twilight of the Idols.
Weegee, are we twilight or idols?
Super people are a new race of greatness of spirit and trampled rags behind the stove.
(Anton Pavlovich didn’t go anywhere, right?)
Don't make us laugh.

I don’t remember that I could ever think without writing it down
A bitter monologue must be aggravated to such an extent until it becomes funny.
They burned hemp in this field, and we sat in the bushes and cried about the bitter fates,
but they died of laughter.
The smoke gave us a hallucination that it was all true.
At first we just giggled quietly, like now.

Oh yes, fortune telling. I'm afraid.
Because I understand the mechanism of action of the power of words.
But let’s take a general and formal approach.
And the word opened and was read
“palaeography”!
Great. But I don’t know what it is in any language.

“Mysteriously” I will then translate this into the whole description of the situation.
Oh, Knorozov? He is my colleague.
You know that he translated absolutely all the pictures incorrectly.
This is how illusory meanings are created. We create them.

And after that I looked up what paleography is.
Imagine, this word is about exactly that.
Weegee, we are great mediums with you!
They knew without knowing about some nonsense.
Let's ask each other better where to get money.

In plural?
Are you addressing the crowd?
Hehehe.
They are all an array of proxies, which is not very energy-intensive.
Yes, growing to the size of a crowd is delusions of grandeur,
Worthy of a Superman.
These dreams have been poisoning the world for more than 200 years.
Superlatives are a competitive process.
The poison of these ideas is even older
we are all mutants born in this poisoned environment.

Don't shame me, I'm a shameless person.
And there are different mutations.
what a “super” it is to be just a person -
great achievement now.
Of course, just remember
in an effort to “be something more”,
That "size" depends on "scale".

I'm tired of being bullied in my own head.
Who are you? I don’t know you and I’m actually hearing you for the first time.
And any changes in general
They don’t change anyone in any way.
Well, Weegee and I realized this when the hemp field was burning.
And this is also a quote, of course.
For those who don't believe themselves,
And he trusts the guides.
Oh yes, and also secret signs.

Anton Pavlovich, what kind of trousers do you like with ruffles!?
You are an unmanifested erotomaniac.
And they regretted exactly this.
Well, don’t cry, dear doctor, eat the cherry.
That's funny too, isn't it.
The poetics of drama is a derivative genre.
Oh this quote too.
An authoritative German writer, of course.
In the logic of this genre, Pablo Escobar
He spread hippos all over Medellin.
And his loving brother advised,
Wishing him well
Never be photographed in shorts.

Anton Pavlovich, bow to the stage.
The production was a failure, we only made the doctors laugh.
The rest of the room is crying.
The gun hung on the wall, the fishing rod stood in the corner,
Galoshes in the hallway, a glass on the table -
the decorator worked.
Oh, please don’t touch these topics,
they are painful like boils.
Dullness, Stupidity and Cruelty are three sisters.

Anton Pavlovich, you were talking to him.
On a bench in the park near the house.
The Black Monk is a mirage of the desert.
Hood? Oh, extravagant. A Templar?
But all mirages of reality
can vanish into thin air.
Where is the man you were yesterday?