FLASH
Shkruar nga Lorenc Vangjeli
Parliament? Or insane asylum. Or the world of anonymous comments on endless social networks where stone and mortar, lead and clay, pickaxe and chisel are the heart of the vocabulary.
The regime of crime, drugs, traffickers, criminals and murderers. Tentacles, criminal organization, clock of dictatorship, wretched, mercenaries, villain, scum! Monster of crime, you cheeky, sleazy and immoral.
You Little B of the Big B's lap, disgusting slanderer, liar, skunk, twisted tail, half man and half pig, Noc Rroku, brazen soldier. King of the Shpifaraks, oral sludge, oral discharge.
O palace, o dumduman, ignoramus, o fool. I will melt you, I will shred you, terrorist cell. O bunny! Break you in half! It falls to the strongest. Rockets, pits, mountain with Pits.
Even if there is a debate about the sex of angels somewhere, one party would give in to the devils' desire to be rude to the other party. Burning, cutting, whipping, roasting, dismantling, cursing, crushing... Political march on march. Forward, O brave one! Chair on fire. Civil disobedience. We will root for you all. Shrink, but we will shrug you off! Ah, perfume mom, …let’s…, …let’s go!
Parliament? Or insane asylum. Or the world of anonymous comments on endless social networks where stone and mortar, lead and clay, pickaxe and chisel are the heart of the vocabulary. There is no difference between the pavilion and the parliament. Those whom Umberto Eco once pointed at as neighborhood idiots are now looking for a day of sunshine. Sublime ignorance, the arrogance of the pharaoh, the stupidity and arrogance of the soul or frustrations of all kinds, wear Prada, drink cigars and Masseto wine. And they point to themselves as a piece of pride in the eyes of the majlis, this bash of this majlis. And the Albania drawn by them is a big funeral home, where on the one hand, one half sells drugs to the other, while on the other hand, Albania is the Garden of Eden.
Trump. Trump. Trump inshallah! I was told by the one who had it from the other who had sent a text message to his lover who has an obsession with him. He said that with the first decree he will take every dollar from Soros, while with the second decree he will make Albania great again! Trump has an obsession with Albania, bro! God forbid, inshallah, God bless the traitors, the sons of the fathers and those sold to Serbia!
Under the shadow of the Prime Minister Hijerenda, his ministers remain silent no matter what the Prime Minister's mood is, with caresses or explosions. But when they return to the ministry, in the majority, as a rule and not as an exception, without exception, women and men, ministers and ministers shout with their fingers in their ears over the scared eyes of the general directors. They are silent, but woe to the head of the sector who comes before you, who is really silent, but transforms his subordinate into a broken button and boiling water that time brings before his eyes. And then all together, they go to kindergartens and schools to pick up the children. "You came again.. did you get dirty? How I changed you, you little villain! Stay in your m..tin now!", the educator screamed at the tall baby, deranged from exhaustion.
Missing traffic, police, parking. Oil in the sky. The other one bought the third villa, he also has a boat, you still have a loan. The children who go under the palace to play know well the rule that does not change: The strongest will beat the weakest! The weakest will eat wood even at home because he is not good at beating his friends outside. The best in studies is "Nerd", the one who smokes cigarettes is weird. It is also said that the deputies of the neighborhood love him. O boy, where is that doctor who saved my father from Covid and my mother from my heart! He left me behind the door for ten minutes, waiting like a sk...rda, drink! He's gray, but my verbal prostate would never go gray!
Then follows the evening parade on screens, on Facebook, on Instagram. Same as Dulla's meal with corn on the cob, but today's is modern with a European tie. Impotents who watch Channel X and think they are the perfect lovers, people who have never put two bricks together, pretend to be architects, those who leave their knees up to the second floor stairs, execute the national football team, masquerades with a stamp and no din and imam, they are sold as saints in the market where everyone sells and buys. One sells, the other one trades! Prison, I told you! Jeez! Illiterates who do not know how to read and write, leave the cane to the academics, people without past, without present, future, do not hesitate to criticize and rewrite history. Hosanna with good fortune, Jareb! The Greek More is to blame for us. Ah, my mother is gone because she spoiled us all! The Greeks, the Serbs, and that fated Ottoman with a jatagan who burned our grass where he stepped, they have left us like this.
She captured Dubai! Leave him alone, he is driving on the right side, there is a room with money up to the ceiling. What do you say? He got out of prison like a boss.
It is a society in crisis. In deep moral crisis. It's not worth it as far as I know. You wonder how much you have. The honest is a fool. Money makes a fool king! Even the king does it! Since I love the neighborhood so much, the MP also loves money.
Two kilos of acres in the lead.../ Two meters for you! Come on Albanians, come play cuckoo!
I took up arms to fight for freedom and for the homeland/ How did I, poor man, know that the enemy was with us!
We close tak-fak, tik-tok, chat, snapchat, ecrochat. Whooo, encrochat, more!
Is Albania so black? No!!! Certainly not! The honest Albanian, the one who gets up before dawn to raise the construction scaffolding, to throw the seed on the ground, to turn on the coffee espresso is absolutely the overwhelming majority. But it is the silent majority. The majority who speak loudly sit down and don't shout. That does not crack. You don't curse. That fights for survival. Who sighs when they are treated unfairly, who lends money for medicines and then forgives them, who buys school books for the children and prays that the child returns from school healthy. Waiting for God to make it better. That deserves much better! Who counts the last lek of the month and who will not accept that all tunnels lead to Dhërmi.
And then a bloody knife appears under the angel's ribs. And then everyone pretends to wash their hands of the blood like hypocritical Macbeth. They cry. They curse. Congratulations. They lead. They deny. They hurt. And they say thank goodness it wasn't me. But everyone, everyone, is a co-owner of the knife. Everyone, who more and who less, has tightened the handle of that knife. With the stupidity of the fool. Without realizing that they are also victims of her blade! Xhamadani stripes.
Thief! Killer! Break you in half! F, big, f, small! He owns the villa in Lalez and is a friend of traffickers. He and she want to kill each other. No, I didn't say that. That was a party chat. I have a friend, but the friend enters it before he makes you a friend!
"If I were king for just 24 hours, I would bring everyone, with a dog and a mace, together with the house cat, in front of the firing squad!". There is no Albanian who, in joy or anger, in love or hate, has not claimed this crown. All this ferocity, all this fearful feeling of revenge, the revenge of the overturned gods and exchanged freely and happily with the chief currency. Because all roads lead to money! Money is power. Power is money. Tik-tok and fap-fap, spanchat and encrochat!
Jail! Cuckoo, then, play cuckoo, shake that thing there!
Every neighborhood idiot knows this. Even those who have governed this country as feudal communists know it decades after the red communist feudal lords were overthrown! Only temporarily, but!
PS Rama paid it. His spirit is not separated from Berisha. He gave the property to Meta. Mercy for fools! Ignorance is not a disease. It's status. It's the moment when you think you know everything and can judge everyone. It's the comfortable security of being anonymous with that throbbing problem of the prostate, sometimes in its classic position and sometimes somewhere else, in a more visible place.
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