the ego of the lyrical character

Phrase from a conversation
Two teenagers passed me on scooters:
“...let's put the fool in jail...”
Denunciation?
He was talking about the girl, encouraging a friend to break her fate.
Who raised these freaks? They're almost children.
It's such a pity, I like fat people, I thought they were all kind.
And this combination of fat and scumbag on a scooter.
It's not normal, the villain should be skinny.

An ebay merchant won't ship to me
He thinks he's better than me because of where he lives.
And for political reasons.
Illinois trader, you've upset me.
As a consequence, your luck has run out on you forever.

These men are twins.
the fat boy and the wrestling salesman are irreconcilable.
Dominate the only dream of the uncompetitive these.
Failed by its ultimate idiocy.
Are you better than me? Really? How much better?
A mouth that twists in its righteousness?
Well, that's a valid answer. You tried.
Merchant, where's your white hat? А?
No, he sees nothing in common.

And this time has produced a bumper crop of idiots and scumbags.
A huge crop, nowhere to put them.

Merchant, I will read your fortune in person remotely and for free.
I know, but now you'll know too.
Unconsciously but surely.
That by next year.
your house will not be yours.
It's an unpleasant feeling to live with.
It really would have been better if you hadn't discriminated against buyers.
Yes.
And then you'll be born a toad in a dumpster.
I'm half a step from the ocean.
But you thought yourself better than others,
deeming me unworthy of your merchandise.
That's intolerance.
You'll be a toad for a couple or three lifetimes to get your mind right.

And that little bastard, he can't hurt the girl.
The angels have already intervened
And his fate now
will not be envied even by the unhappiest of the unhappy.

Who's saying all this?
Of course,
the lyrical hero of the literary work.
Ouija, he's a vindictive one.
No, I personally prefer not to recognize myself as a person.
so you can be really different unless you're not.

What? What was that?
telepathic threats to a merchant and angelic intimidation of a stupid teenager?
I'm telling you, Ouija, I had nothing to do with it.

Ah, Lyrical Hero, he'll say anything we didn't even think he'd say.
It's an elaborate lie.
Yes, Ouija, it's a subtle sin,
maybe no one will notice or even suspect.
You know, not every criminal is even aware of their crime.

It's the sense of self-righteousness that keeps them going.
Yeah, Widge, we don't have a life preserver like that.
You hear that? It's the feeling that keeps them going.
And the gravity field, of course.
We're not going to shred this conversation into atoms, are we?
Mentioning gravity has a molecular splitting effect.
Let's stay on a human scale.
Yeah, but that's not human speed.
Why are there so many gauges in here?


And it's not a lie, it's a hypnotic trance.
poets are Erickson's stepchildren, no we've never seen him.
And the average person out of self-hypnosis, spontaneously natural,
never even emerged.
Yes, Widge is holiness in simplicity and unsophistication.
And you wake up in a new world five times a day.
we're a long way from them in the stability of hypnotic effects.
They can hold the same dream for decades.
The only slippery thing is, they're all living in my dream.

Look, this lyrical hero, I think,
wants to incriminate himself in something malicious now.
Ouija, let's drop it, these bones with meat wanted to appropriate the dream.

You are seen in an indecent situation in an indecent pose!

It's very simple, Ouija, we have control again.
I'm Ole Lukoye. 
Did you want rituals?
Sacrifices, maybe?
Where did we put the flowered umbrella?
Where's my other umbrella? We left it somewhere.
Only the black umbrella is cozy under it, too, if it rains.

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