поток мыслей не подлежит дифференцированию

The most decadent among all the decadents,
The most degenerate among all degenerates.
I know this world clearly, want to part with it now,
Milllion of hard panic attacks and I'm in decay.

I go out to the store and buy a red Winston.
Energy drinks on the sale, I can't find a sence of living
I step out briskly to the cash, there sits an old scum,
Who didn't sell me cheap wine yesterday and called dumb,
What a fucking bitch!
Lost between the shelves, while looking for some beer...
387, or Zhiguli, or maybe Essa?
I go outside, bottles clinking in my backpack,
Sound means that I didn’t find
Any sence in this life.