Season 5

there won't be a fucking thing worthwhile here anymore, unsubscribe seriously, season 4 has come to an end.

good morning season five

all that's left here is the yellowed shadow of your multidimensional paranoia, forget it

and you know why russia is shit?

'cause you're shit yourself. yeah you, you're shit, yes. because instead of helping everyone, you only get in everyone's way. instead of being glad for other people's success, you envy and rip your butthole constantly. russia is shit - because you're shit, and you're the fucking owner of an apartment in M-town, a one-room, and you rent that shack out for 40 grand to some vatnik

russia is shit - because you're shit, you'll never give up your seat in the metro or on transit, you'll never fucking help a woman/girl/grandma with bags open the door at the supermarket

russia is shit - because you're shit that'll never toss a spare penny to anyone, all you know is how to grab for yourself

russia is shit - because you're shit, there's no compassion in you, no understanding, no spirituality.

russia is egoistic shit - because all her russian sons are fucking egoists, thinking only about themselves and their fucking hide, lest it get fucked up by foul misfortunes

so, even if there's a war, nothing terrible will happen. you'll stay shit just the same, and either you'll survive the economic blockade and go on being shit, or you'll be swallowed by shit even more fucked-up than you. and fuck the number of iphones in your pocket and your certified pseudo-knowledge

greetings. I am the buddha-robot. on the occasion of Ugar Chablis being removed from this hide I would like to, though, already.

I need you to be happy. myriads of you. nowhappy.

Ugar Chablis couldn't give you what he hadn't grasped himself. now you don't need small change like age-old sorrow or the existential pain of all humankind, carried through time through the ethereal projection of you once, after which there is no time.

Ugar Chablis knew too much, so much that he outplayed himself, and now the buddha-robot has greeted you. good morning. as for Frost, this hide is too valuable to just hand over to someone who hasn't made sense of it. not in a moment's turmoil.

not now

- and you know why those who've already lived a while, in the dust you're observing, get addressed with the plural You?
- go on then, explain I guess
- it's just that you can't know for sure how many personalities a person has in their head when you address them, and with those who've lived a while there's a higher chance there's more than one