What do they mean, those means, those meanings,
those ends, those endings?

Powderkeg paradise. Could blow it all up in a flash.

A three-line night is all I asked of it. There were four of us.

Afraid of tipping the balance, I tip the driver less than they'd need.

Whence mutual aid for the girl who has everything?

It's all wrong. All wrong. Take a hammer to the framework, and build it all anew. You've been doing it forever, yet you still don't have a clue.

Ah, yes, those silences! Erroring mirroring in the night-mares.

Stallions left some time ago, я за них.

Заникнут лютики и прочая важноващая дребедень —

and I think it might mean
snow.