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over someone/something win. Even if it makes no sense. Just to stay in good shape. And I, again, allow me to mock in this way. Perhaps that’s why I always find myself in outsiders. Do you understand what I mean? No men! There are only individuals who can be useful. For example, one may amuse, the other to fuck, a third of the money to give. Here is you and the entire female logic. The logic of a primitive being. I’m not judging. Although – Yes. I do now condemn women for their weaknesses. But, for some reason, I always want them to remain the way they are. It’s not that I don’t treat smart women well, although I haven’t met them yet, or lie – I’ve met them too rarely. It just annoys me when a woman doesn’t come in bed. By the way, the best sex is monogamous. He gives off some sort of savagery. I’ve never understood why people neglect monogamous relationships. Fear. It’s scary to feel like a savage. But/my opinion, is much scarier not to know that you’re a savage/nature. Or at least close your eyes to it. Anyone want to bet? Nobody likes smart people. Basically, they love just anyone. Who the first turned up, that and love. Pity and love are not the same. There’s nothing wrong with helping the needy. There’s nothing wrong with saving a man in trouble. In these victims you can reach such extremes. I have always been despised for it – for being responsive to those who really needed it. In this sense, I was equated to a criminal, or worse, a finished drug addict and an alcoholic. Although, I ten years did not touch neither the one nor the other. Great people… however, it is better to say – wise, always live on a par with insignificance. That’s where they belong. She says I ruined her life. I didn’t destroy her, and I don’t even have that power, I just changed her life. Slightly tweaked the motion vector. And I don’t feel any guilt about it. And he shouldn’t feel it. Well, of course, everyone needs love except me. I don’t have anyone to love, nobody to support me, to show my address in the account. Some old ladies try to play on such feelings. Lie that they don’t get enough attention. Although, in fact, just bored. They don’t know what to do with themselves. It is bad when in old age a person has nothing to do. This can lead to suicide. Or, at least, to self-destruction of the personality. Many believe that the light on them has converged a wedge. Yes, almost everyone thinks so! Almost all suffer from their own exclusivity. That’s what we have in common. We live in a time when human exclusivity is an important condition of being in society. We have a society of exceptional people, not at all similar to each other. Why, I ask, Carl Jung singled out only a few basic archetypes? He must have been bored in his old age, too. It never occurred to me to associate myself with mythological characters. When my archetype is Poseidon that lives in the depths of the sea and has a formidable Trident. Beauty equal to Zeus himself. Earlier I thought that Prometheus, who brought the fire of knowledge to people, for which he was chained to a rock in the Caucasus mountains, where a merciless Raven pecked his liver, but then the Trident flashed and I realized that Poseidon. Or maybe I was Prometheus first and then Poseidon – God knows. This leads to the idea that both of these archetypes at the same time inherent in me. Or should I say – in me. You ask how flashed Trident? Here it is – a nerve running along the throat and up to the tip of the penis, in a straight line, through the navel, and at the base of the penis two small branches forming a Trident. When I’m annoyed or particularly sensitive, it POPs up. All my strength is concentrated in it. When I’m excited, people are afraid to approach, feeling some power emanating from my body. It creates a kind of psychological field. I know you don’t believe in fairy tales. So skip it. Something suddenly became easy for me. It’s like the spirit came out of me. I wonder if it is possible to marry a pornographic film or a neighbor through the apartment, which has once again called for a visit? Probably… who/W do not shrink from such things. By the way, in Latin the word “time” is interpreted as “tempus”. Apparently, whenever we use the word “pace”, we have a view of the passage of time. Which, of course, is the same thing. There is no mistake or typo here-I actually wrote the word “proper”. Just to make it more interesting to read. More precisely – did not correct. Just started working on the book, and already counting with a calculator in hand, how much I can earn on this, whether to publish entirely or in parts… the Capitalists brought up in me cynicism. The salaries of miners are different due to the profitability of coal. Nobody thought to take into account profitability of miners. He’s gone, retired, forgotten forever. Only the family sometimes warms his cozy warmth unhappy hard worker. And a glass of vodka. I’m mad! I have the right to be angry! Because you can’t do that! You can’t put material possessions above human. Only human ideals can rise above the living soul. Branch. Philosophy. Physics. We must first of all take care of the soul, and only in the second – about the profitability of coal. I would have had the patience to live out my life. I’m so tired of these handouts, reproaches, moralizing. Society with its “laws” of civil liability is becoming increasingly hateful. It’ll get to the point where society will raise me to be a sociopath. And this is a great reason to settle scores with me. God, why was I even born?! Nobody wants me. Well, apparently, the government thought that I would be like that sheep in the herd, plowing for the benefit of government officials. It’s because they have salaries in the hundreds of thousands. But – full… policy so debases the art, and at the same time, she is so obsessive climbing even here. How much can you talk over the problems of human selfishness. Legs are itching to run away/something. But where?! In the North it is cold, in the East it is not clear, in the West it is dangerous, in the South it is too hot, there people sleep for eighteen hours a day. It feels like I’m in the middle of the world. The moon has no atmosphere. Where/I read that once contacting the society of lovers of drugs, have never been on their Asses from now. No, of course you can cut ties. It/stick it to me kids, sniffing amphetamines in secret from parents. Well, in part, they just need at least some psychological support, which they will not get from their parents. After all, those, in part, are always busy getting pennies. How can you work all your life for a penny and not have the slightest hope for the best?! On the other hand, it is not so difficult to fight for a piece of cake. I always say (to everyone), do self-development, do not sit in front of the TV, do not hang out in taverns, do not poison bikes on the benches, do not drink. Only intellectual work will allow you to improve your well-being. Not listen. Not want. Which leads/that plush the arguments in the protest. You’d think I cared how people lived. No. I care about the same things as everyone else, except for the obsession with creativity and the ability to enjoy the product of intellectual labor. Everything else to me, as if to say, to spit with a high steeple. Laugh if you have fun. Be happy if you’re lucky. Scandal, if you like. But in that case, don’t complain about PLO (huyu) life. Although, you know, I often complain. So often, that sometimes come in furiousness from human ingratitude and systemic injustice. Me whether you teach. I’m just like everyone else. Just do not always understand why everyone else wouldn’t take me in their company. Afraid I’ll make an impact? Yeah, I don’t really need it. So used to being alone, I have no desire to belong to any group, then there would not promised. Being useless is like being dead. But when society is dead – this is a serious problem. Russian language is undergoing such major transformations. Evolves. Increasingly, a sincere, succinct. Six cases is the twelfth century, guys! I think that Russ/yaz was created specifically for literature. I read works in foreign languages. Particularly in English. Well this is just awful what that! How many there debris! That sounds bad! I don’t know, it might take some getting used to. In my opinion, there is nothing better than to read works in Russian. You imagine Dostoevsky or Pushkin in Italian. But, the divine Comedy or Faust (German) sound great in Russian. Well, isn’t that a literary language?! Now imagine that in chasing the success of Western writers who are no better than ours, we simplify the Russian language to the level of mediocrity. We reduce it to the simplicity of the English or Francais. In short – romance languages derived from Latin. I think that Russian is a great language for literature; we should create all literary works exclusively in Russian; English is great for songs and various kinds of couplets; we should write and listen to songs exclusively in English, because it is perfectly musical because of its simplicity; German is ideal for politicians, it is a standard of rigor and conservatism; French is created only for lovers; Chinese –
