The eve again and quote with dubious propertys

I’m drink and full is in onethe same time
Will be only one time in year
With one Christmas to another Christmas,
I calibrate them both but
It’s have action to chimical of brains,
I so guess. A Maduro what? Excuse me who it?
They tell we could be look in you house for sale.
I write it don’t sale for you with regadlen.
They answer that for me,
so the platform just delete ‘em answer 
Cuz there is a filter from a swear.
I haven't time out for read it.
Sorry the calibrate =celebrating.
------- young Eugene reading books and dreaming:
“..he drew her rapturously to him and, for the second time, but this time with the prophecy of eternal and abundant life before them, their lips met in sweet oblivion . . . . Ah, me! Ah, me!..” .. He pulled his clotted handkerchief from his pocket..”  - oh, ah, "..I'll shed tears about a fictions.."
What I told for the buyer? I’m don’t remember, not today.

I’m read ------- young Eugene reading books and dreaming:
“..he drew her rapturously to him and, for the second time, but this time with the prophecy of eternal and abundant life before them, their lips met in sweet oblivion . . . . Ah, me! Ah, me!..”
" .. He pulled his clotted handkerchief from his pocket..”  - oh, ah, "
..I'll shed tears about a fictions.."
"..She would whisper:
“How strong you are, Eugene.”
Still holding her, his hand would shift under her
knees." ..
What I told for the buyer? I’m don’t remember, not today.
In the calenders something not that. I’m vow, mr Gunt.
It’s a change chemical of brains from the over eat.
More honest.
"Goodbye America, oh
Where I'll never be.
Take the banjo, play me a farewell..."
Gluttony has made me no longer love what I truly loved.
But I've changed, what I liked remains the same.
I didn't want it, but I suddenly woke up different than before.

Even more honest.
Ouija, for God's sake, today is the second Christmas of the season.
Nothing is sacred at all.
The unknown poet Kormiltsev has today become the unknown politician Shevchenko,
and they both wear Arab arafatka scarves. Who paid for his euthanasia?
It's a form of poetic recognition.

Well, it's almost a direct quote from Fitzgerald,
but twisted into the form of a mocking, cruel abuse. I swear, these great writers hated each other with a passion.

The direct speech of the salad in my guts truly has frightening implications.
Fair enough?
Another treatise on the inner and the outer.
A nut shell cracks either from the outside or from the inside.
Thanks, Carlitos.
But in ziggurats, the most honorable place is reserved for the sacrifice.
Can a nut be returned to the nut tree?
Because genetically modifying a nut and a peach produces a strange fruit.

Ouija, what the hell? I'm full, I'm drunk, I've forgotten what I knew and even what I didn't know.
And once a year, I completely indifferent to everything.
What did I write to this customer? Oh my God.
He's insolvent and tried to hide it,
but he liked the ceiling-to-floor painting of the Star of Bethlehem. But my politeness remains impeccable,

Even despite overdosing on Olivier salad for two weeks,
Although I think my brain has softened.
Let's say that all this was concocted by artificial intelligence for the New Year.
It's baseness and slander.
And who said I can be trusted?
To preach, you first need to be born.