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you will not come. Not only that, there are no roads at all, so more and what pits. When rain will pass, only on a tank can be get. This is what/old farm – state farm Aygurskiy, by/my. The funny thing is that grandma’s house is located on the outskirts of the village. Was located. Then they moved to another place. Now, as for the gate getting before you open the boundless steppe. Miles and miles of plains. Summer heat under forty degrees. Until you get there, you can see how the steppe eagle hunts jerboa and other steppe rodents. You can sleep five times before you get there. Outstretched gave. Fluffy forests. You’ve seen those sandals that are a little worn. How many pairs of shoes have I used. How many pants rubbed. How many t-shirts. I’m so monogamous habits, what clothes I wear years until her holes from endless washings will not appear a whole lot. I had a t-shirt that was hard to look at. Was pants with Klest – now these don’t sell. I like to wear bell bottoms, but now these don’t sell. How many shirts and Polukarov, and interesting pants I’ve had. Some fool threw it away. Bought me any of your nonsense with matney to his knees. Walked around like a hipster teenager. It’s the worst thing you can think of when a woman dresses tasteless. A man doesn’t care what he wears. A woman must look perfect. A man can be in a wrinkled shirt, and even in a torn, especially if his chest is hairy. It is difficult to imagine that there was a time when people dressed in the skins of animals. More precisely, the shame covered. Shame comes from not being able to love. In Paradise, Adam and eve went naked, although artists cover their loins with a ficus leaf. No such feature, if we are talking about heaven, I used to go there exclusively in the Nude, like all other living beings. Paradise is nothing to be ashamed of. But when they tasted of the tree of knowledge, then they were ashamed before God that they had disobeyed the prohibition. Erich Fromm said correctly – when there is no good and evil, there is nothing to be ashamed of. In short, my trip to India ended with me staying home. Handed over a ticket to the ticket office. What didn’t I see? I was in India at two thousand and nine, in a port near Goa. The vagabonds/Indians found out the situation in the news and met us at the ramp, offering to buy carved chess, hand drums and Kama Sutra in clumsy Russian. Curiously, all their goods were worth two dollars. I didn’t go down to the shore. I could see from the signal bridge how dirty India was. As there is rampant poverty and so on. I’ve seen enough of this at home. The women there are beautiful. Not all – but there is beautiful, with lush breastfeeding and heavy beads. They somehow skillfully wrapped in a Sari. In General, foreign life interests me a little. I on/nature Samoyed. SamoByt and Samoyed. I love being alone. Privacy. So it turned out that from Masturbation I got more pleasure than from sex with girls and women. Tasha in the calculation do not take – there was another. There was love, nerves, reproaches. There were burning cheeks, burning brains – burning all Goreme. There were scandals, tears, jealousy, and a lot of fucking. No – there were wonderful moments. But before I could get to them, I had to knock her around the city and watch under the window. Her current husband taught me how to steal brides from/under the altar, and I, in turn, will teach him to achieve creative success in life – without Dating. Good pay for good. I think so. Let him fuck off and catch up. Tenacity my logic to nil concessions. Often in bookstores you can meet a woman who looks at the Kama Sutra or other books on the topic of sexual poses. It is evident that they are all well at home. Wish to add a highlight. But the Kama Sutra is really aerobatics in bed. Good sex, like I said, is monogamous. When you’re afraid to die in the arms of your beloved. When you lose your head from a kiss. When your feet are pounding when you meet them. When the face is covered with purple, and his eyes turn into glass. When you work all day, like a rocket waiting for the evening. Only now I understand the meaning of the expression Confucius: “If you worked hard all day, then in the evening and you can die peacefully.” Yes, indeed, to live with a loved one is to walk on the blade. The pain is such that you want to put a bullet in your head to no longer feel anything. But joy, I’m sorry. The great range of sensations. The ancients did – they had love to the head. It doesn’t hurt too much. Constant polyphony of thoughts about It, does not interfere with the work. It’s not even thoughts anymore, it’s memory. So, to feel the love need for full depth, that was not so painful. But the element of calculation is present even here. We need housing, gifts… but we can do without them. If sex is good – gifts are optional. The most important thing is responsibility. I do not understand “men” that at bath gatherings try to keep themselves in good shape, and at home whine under the slipper. I even had to watch a couple of times what idiocy men do when they suffer from unrequited love. All of these songs and calls, and bouquets, and candles. I saw a woman leave one, and he was standing on the roadway swinging. The cars carefully circled him, honking. Some of the friends of childhood often complained about the failure in relations with women. So, I told him, well you jerk, taking her flowers when her temperature is?! Bring her medicine or a jar of honey and a lemon. Snorts. He doesn’t like my speeches. Proud step on the marshes. The step was taken, it failed halfway. Husband and wife – is the support of each other. If you are not able to provide significant support to the family – what is there to talk about?! But do not think – I am not without sin. I felt all this red tape at the cellular level. Tasha kicked me out of the house just because I didn’t work anywhere, didn’t pay for a communal apartment, and in addition to everything I got a whole bunch of loans that I had nothing to give, and visits of collectors, and calls of bankers – she did the right thing. Any normal woman would do that. What kind of flowers?! What is it?! What kind of naive adventures kulaki?! Women, if you came to man with flowers – it was a stranger, throw it away. He’s trying to trick you with flowers and a box of candy. And a bottle of shampoo. This is a harmful connection, from which can appear nasty sores that are treated with antibiotics. A real man comes into the bedroom before the date. He already lives in this bedroom on full rights. Quiet step barefoot, Yes on carpets. Not’t be surprised, that in society men, woman, suddenly for the most, is behaving too easily and naturally. She only fears that such a simple behavior can drive to work. Never mind. She can always rely on a man’s strong shoulder. She feels support on the immanent level, the level of magic. The staff and the spell will not fail. I hate martyrs that carry with some/sort of poor man, out of pity, perhaps, carry him, hoping that he will change. Empty hope. Only magic can unlock a man’s potential. Bewitch a woman. Imbue. The magic of great love. I like that you’re not sick of me. I like that I’m not sick of you. Weighs blissful disk over head of. From now on, you’re married forever. Torment and bloodshed. And rivers of tears, and the languor of affections. Dreams of rage in ecstasy of libations. This time, the harbinger of your dreams. You waited, you hoped, and you believed. You’ve been scrubbing the floor all night. But, the dream of standing a formidable crown. You feel pressure on the back of your head between commercials. Yes, to give good poems, you need to soar. I always wondered how poets/classics managed to write so much. But I’m more of a novelist than a poet. By the way, I love Japanese poetry. Many do not understand. It is necessary to have the contemplative ability of the mind. The Japanese in General on the part of contemplation went far. Progress, too. I never tire of admiring the contrast of the modest Sakura garden and the majestic panorama of Tokyo. It’s amazing what you can combine. Probably, Japanese culture, over time, will become the most popular in the world. It is progressive and, at the same time, majestic. That’s what we need today. It is a great balance – balance – harmony. The Japanese eat with chopsticks? Never thought about it. I heard that in ancient times, Japanese women used to wear shoes with a Shoe several sizes smaller. Their fingers were growing together, but they had a light, gentle gait. I’m afraid to imagine the agony I had to endure to achieve such a gait. However, this tradition is not meaningless, because if you think about how good it becomes Japanese when she takes off her sandals, I do not know what they are called in Japanese, but I think that she feels great relief there. By the way, where did the expression “naked king"come from? I imagine that kings used to wear heavy clothes, like a Royal dress made of gold, symbolizing the burden that the king carries. And now, he probably when the whole day is like in this outfit, and returns to his Royal chambers, then undresses completely, feeling real relief. That’s how I see it. In fact, maybe it wasn’t like that. English kings are not so heavy clothes
