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Bedbugs stimulate to success. Drive to a brighter future. Stalking and biting. Nibble. In different places, not fearing the trick. And what the bedbugs, exactly, fear? Unless you can fall on your back. Simply from this position it is difficult to get out. But it is good to do something else. You understand me. Dreams of unfulfilled dreams. The calm before the storm. Approaching a whim. It is impossible to resist what is happening within the laws of nature. Daring folk, cocky people, learned to cheat nature. Deceive the essence. Lying is, in fact, the most accurate science. Stupidity – cold calculation. The world is changeable. Nature is constant. But everything, one way or another, returns to normal. Law of gravity. God. As/the smoothly fall sink sink. Quietly, so, neatly. You’re afraid to scare me off. Have you heard the Holy inspiration? We can’t hear the silence. Did you hear the blissful current? We don’t know how to listen to silence. Have you seen the victory banner? We can’t see the silence. I’m like a Ghost in the air. I’m like an angel – three feet above the ground. I’m like an entity in the shape of Paradise. I’m like a bird – a meter above the water. Absolutely clear sky. Quiet sea current. A serene journey. Laziness is the mother of invention. The whisper of the wind. Thought flickering. Vibration of actions. In a world full of bustle, and no end to the growing evils, could be born the good hope and love, could give rise to something similar to “Mu”. Mutant. Murzilka. Muscat. Torturing the cow. The murmur of the stream. From morning till night washing of house linen. Who wanted soup. Someone-selected plums. We had nowhere to run to the end of the world. Wherever you spit, everywhere problems of personal character. Everyone wants the forbidden. Breaking the laws of nature, you should take into account the reckoning. Every action has its reward. Any loot goes the same way. The inevitability of truth suppresses will. Fear of difficulties paralyzes logic. It’s not as hard to cheat as it is to feel cheated. Checkmate before the battle. The great power of curses. Mighty precision guns. The glint of the blade on the tip of his nose. The Holy water that spills from my mouth will satisfy anyone who approaches. My bright face, which is red with radiance, will be seen by anyone who moves away. The power of my words, which are imprinted in the granite of truth, will reach everyone who reads these lines. The power of my thought that pours out of the fertile moisture of wisdom, will remind everyone what he lives for. The harmony of my theories, that brick by brick is tormented by long sleepless nights, will enrich the knowledge of anyone who is immersed in the depths of ignorance. All you need to learn the knowledge? Not everyone, but you can not deny this to anyone. Knowledge comes from God, from Nature, man has no right to award himself what is not created by his hands, his mind. And do not forget that man came from Nature and from God. From the universal mixing of matter. From atoms and electromagnetic bonds. From a small sperm to “MOP” in meter eighty, or “boar” weighing one hundred and forty kilograms. From fertile clay he, like as,,, too, occurred. But here we mean the artistry of what is happening. So/then, if you look deeper, it is not fucking made of clay, and even of clay, and from the sea came people. And to be more precise – crawled amphibian, which later adapted on land, and then dinosaurs, ferns, mammoths, monkeys, and so many millions of years, until it degenerated what we now see – hippies in multicolored clothes, and punks in jackets and grinders. Black-eyed turtle, frugivorous forms, and therefore slow than/similar to that of a cantankerous old mother-in-law, can serve as a prototype of man. A proud and lazy lion, Keeper of the pride, the successor of the family, the prototype of the ruler. Playful monkey, moderately restless, always unexpected, the prototype of the star of the Federal TV channel. By the way, they are very much interesting to say. Diction. TV hosts are specially taught to speak rhythmically in order to keep the audience’s attention. Chernoray and mohotani. Fried tomatoes and boiled firewood. Rotten rubber and bunches of eyes. Dead cherry and purple glass. The dashing of Nostradamus and the idleness of Vasily Pupkin. The stamp in the passport and the inevitability of what is happening. Revolution in the shadow theater and Eureka in the room of crooked mirrors. Wildly popular Harry Potter and naloychenko dictionary of Chronologie existence. Abeunt studia in mores. As sounds – and! The action becomes a habit. A long-forgotten language. The ancestor of today’s culture. Came – saw – lifted her skirt. Polynomials in the realm of cunning. Locker room for lovers. Deposits of certificates of honor and photos. Badges of luck. Cackling under the unobtrusive texture of support. Who can use all this? There was a time when I spent all my modest salary on books. However, it is necessary to pay tribute, I read them and I continue to reread. There are such works, from which tears come to my eyes. There are those who cool the blood. And there are those in which the author himself, who wrote, will never understand where there is hidden meaning, and what, in General, is the matter. The natural genius it does not matter what is happening around. He is completely absorbed in sensations. What is more important – self-knowledge or knowledge of the world around us? Both, in fact, are equally important. Without self-knowledge it is impossible to reveal talent. Without the outside world – to succeed. Everything is so interconnected, and at the same time, separated, that there is a feeling of real madness, in which only God is destined to understand. God is the law of gravity. This is what unites and regulates the movement of Affairs. Once it was assumed that the universe came from a global explosion. And the guardians of the Vedic wisdom believed that there was no explosion, for how could there be such a wonderful, beautiful, strict and orderly world in which nothing could be added or taken away from the big Bang. On/essence – forces destructive. After all, it is absolutely impossible. But the explosion was. He was the end of the Old World, or, so to speak, the Old Universe. He was the end and, at the same time, the beginning. And in General, there was no end, no beginning – there has always been a process of creation and destruction. The cosmic whirlwind. And when several generations of universes will be replaced, people will learn to get up such things that will allow at the click of your fingers to destroy the worlds, and only one movement of thought – to create new ones. Until, of course, not be stupefied to the level of the horse, and not to be a Drudge. I am so far away that sometimes it seems that the orderlies will come in, twist my trembling body into a straitjacket, and take me to the House of the Blessed. You could say I’m walking on the edge of the blade. Barefoot. You can hear the engines humming. The yard is full of cars. I note that the brand of cars is very much consistent with the nature of their owner. I here, for example, like the Porsche Boxter. I do not know why, but I like elite sports/cars. Mostly people can read the brands of cars: one love family, hatch/Becky, other Lada do not disdain, others Japanese. In short, cars – this is a separate topic, which has a high rating on the benches in the yard. Motorcycles are a different subject in narrow circles. But looks nice. I always liked to watch as some sort of biker speeding along the Avenue on some sort of Yamaha. Missing the pits. And only whistling in the ears. Passers-by in a frenzy from the soot of the roads. Yes, friends, it would be worth paying attention to. We completely forgot the smell of clean air. The smell of gasoline is familiar to us. The smell of gas, burning, garbage cans, junk, spread – we know perfectly well. But the smell of clean air? Well, someone will say – it smells of ozone. Not always, as the smell of ozone may appear only after a storm. And that is what/some remote steppe, where not shitting stray dogs, cats, rats, homeless people and other… Today the smell of clean air can only be high in the mountains to discover. And even then, only above three thousand meters. Where the forest area, still smells of herbs, firs, junipers, lichens, leaves from last year. It smells of the natural environment. So natural that nebenabreden. Perfumers around the world remain in the shade after the scent of lichen, which is impregnated backpack tourist. It cannot be removed for a long time. It is so pleasant and unobtrusive that it constantly wants to breathe. There are two types of geniuses, after God. These are so-called forerunners and followers. The first is always better to stay in the shade, because their blossoming imagination the public is not ready to perceive as a normal course of thought. There is not even stroke – and a surge of thoughts – fireworks, fountain, eruption. Followers are always consistent. Their thinking is indeed a process. They’re always insanely authoritative. It is absolutely impossible to argue with them. They are so methodical and correct that there is a feeling as if you are run over by a tractor. But there is always a relationship between forerunners and followers. Fluid the brain of Plato,
