We have: sanitary napkins and kitchen towels. But napkins are harder and harder to get. Napkins appear only at Christmas and Easter, and then disappear. You may be able to see them in Horeca. And then they are stuffed with Santa Claus and lambs. Guys, do you realize we’re out of tissues? They have been replaced by boxes for facial care, wipes “that you pull”. What a horror, what a terrible name. The palm-sized napkin that you used to wipe your lips with, the palm-sized napkin that our parents gave us, the palm-sized napkin that Grandma’s sandwich didn’t fit on. Yes, they stole us, consumerism, a napkin. There is no more room for kitchen towels. Angry, huge, rude, heartless! Who protects me?

The napkin was a friend, a trusted person. It was universal. you were injured Napkin jumps to the rescue. Were you full of sauce? He was present. Taktu hit you with the back of his hand, you cried, he jumped over the napkin and wrapped himself in warmth. Today’s madness of consumerism has wiped it off the market. A handkerchief came to accompany us to work. A specialist has come to give you a facial. A kitchen towel has arrived, good to wipe away the traces and our great sins. A small napkin the size of a palm has disappeared. It’s all too utilitarian. It is not a sign of love, it is not a sign of care. The only napkin of benefit and love has disappeared. A great companion. Station wagon. Now every piece of paper is too utilitarian. Oh, I forgot. Toilet paper? You do realize how utilitarian that is, right? And you won’t take it to work anyway, you use a handkerchief instead. New forms of napkins clearly impose a framework, a framework of use. The napkin could be taken anywhere. It was everything, it was nothing. Today we have too many options and they confuse us. The options are too intimate and too complicated. The napkin was a bastard and an angel. You can’t use it instead, you can’t show yourself with it. Napkin! I shouted hysterically after him. I cry for him

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Napkins

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Let addicts come to me! / ODE TO DRUG JUMPS!

I’m raping, I’m raping, forgive me, Lord, as I hear “Sexual intercourse committed by an adult under the age of 16 is rape…” / Who protects me?

Ready to kill Nepalis with Glovo. And the Romanian “shot” me: “Why didn’t you kill him, well, we have enough”

Pigeons and crows have chickens. A chicken hit my car. Shoot birds, but with what? / Who protects me?

Cats have no soul! And little puppies too! They don’t, eat their tails! / Who protects me from bazaars?

“Our kids do NOT say extraordinary things.” Only we parents brag about the “kitten” out of stupid pride / Who protects me from the infantile industry?

You, war, trouble and trouble, cuckoo cuckoo, my brain, / Who defends me?

We fought over the bottle cap. SGR of their mothers! / Who protects me?

The UBER PIN makes my mouth water.

CHATGPT, our lifelong shit spewing on CHATGPT

We screwed up! Leave me with fascism in full-scale war: there is no such thing as Romanians, Ukrainians, Jews / Who protects me?..