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I feel turmoil in the air
It is of a very fussy, everyday nature.
It's an absorbing field, you can't feel anything else while inside.
But my job is a deep-sea bathyscaphe.
Guys, stop driving past residential buildings at such speed.
The 40 sign is acceptable here.
Slush and mud melted snow.
They won't stop breaking the rules
Maybe they're not here anymore?

Drops on the melting, no longer white snow.
Like smog in the dark.
Rain is part of this restless atmosphere.
I'm fine, I have three bottles of whiskey
and I'm training my sensory perception.
This fussy confusion around.
It's not articulated, it's just a state of nature.
Who knows why?
No, they don't know,
but wrinkles have appeared between their eyebrows.
No one will be at peace here.
What, guys, is this a hard time?
Well, I'm an exception, I have three bottles of whiskey.

I hope it gets clear when they run out.
Then I'll buy some champagne.
A colleague called me a witch?
I didn't understand the reason for the negativity.
but my politeness is impeccable (almost always).

he's not really my colleague - he just whipped up two or three trinkets -
He can't do anything.
But I'm amazed at the conceit of such people every time.
These simpletons are as prim as lords.

It's funny.
Thank you for your interest in the whereabouts of my pumpkin.
Everything is fine, I wear it to balls.
The witch is your wife and daughter, yes
All the best.

Scanning the space of the day is completed.
Ouija, something else?
Am I superficial?
Even the weather forecast doesn't provide such detailed reports!
Superficial perception.
But I don't see anything else here.
You're not looking well.
I'm tired.
This omen field is toxic.
You're just a lazy person in a botscaphe.
Yes.