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to any human activity in society, and in General – in nature. Creativity is the process of transforming the ideal into the real, the real, the real. Creativity is an invention adapted to life. To some extent, whether small or large, we are all engaged in creativity. At least, even when we furnish the apartment, or choose an outfit for an evening party. An attempt to create something valuable is already creativity above the norm. Attempt to create timeless… although, there is nothing eternal under the Moon. Sleep, baby, sleep! Society will take care of you. It will bury you in the ground, as it should, with flowers and music. Don’t talk. Don’t get mixed up with just anyone. Keep your head under the covers. Wipe your tears. You’ll be perfectly safe there. Who told you you’d be happy? It’s nothing. Sleep. Tomorrow will be a new day. Tomorrow, you go to work. Enrich your superiors. You’ll pay for the communal. Feed the cat, the parrot, the dog. To what these zeal in the sky? We’ve never been there, but we know it’s very bad. There is nothing to breathe, problems with food and water, and heating. We know better than you – believe me. We’ve never been through this, but we know. Take our word for it, we’ll never cheat. Never hurt. Never quit. Never forget. What are you missing? Well, you never know what you still want! We want to, too, but we’re sitting still. We endure. Are you tired? We’re tired of it, too, but we tolerate it. Here and endure! I want to go where I haven’t been. I want novelty, freshness, flight of thought. You, baby, in childhood, read a lot of books and seen enough movies. The world is a huge dump, if you didn’t know. Why did you give me these books and movies as a child? Would tell just about the trash. Well, we didn’t think you were serious. You had an overactive imagination back then. Rarely meet people who manage to escape from the clutches of fate. How much effort you have to put – how much money. Walking around the world bare-ass, not too much. Want, to all was, and to responsibility no. Want to cheat and not to tolerate punishment. But the world is arranged in such a way that any act is followed by appropriate punishment. Realizing this, you learn to be responsible for your actions. How much does a person really need to be happy? Quite a bit: good food, flat, obedient to a woman, interesting work. It’s the least I can get out of life. It’s the least civil society can give me. But it deprived me of that, too. I’m not even talking about the awards, regalia, ranks – all this is a lot of corpses. The country looks like a huge morgue, where there are only corpses everywhere. What am I supposed to do here? I’m alive. My heart beats. My eyes burn. My nerves are straining. My stomach churns. What do you want to do? I don’t know! Anything to not be in the void, to not be alone. “I like that you’re not sick of me…” do you Want me to tell you what I really want? I want you all to die like flies on duct tape! And I, again, will the same tape that you will setites as greedy, vicious, a nuisance. You deserve it. It is a merciful reckoning for your selfishness and inattention. Fly on a sticky tape – I will digest all of you and spit out! “Hello! Your position in the queue…” Our position is embryonic in bed on a greasy pillow. This is what real loneliness looks like: when robots call you. One bullet is one solution. Well, come on! Smile – you’re going to the next world! With a smile, all you need to do. Well, let’s go! What is it? Want to eat? A Cup of coffee? Smoke a cigarette? You drop it, go ahead, shoot yourself. How cold that gun of yours is. Do not be afraid, when he shoots, immediately becomes hot. You won’t feel it, though. What are you waiting for?! Pull the trigger. Smoothly. A muzzle to the chin, so you can’t hear the shot. Fuck, did you piss yourself?! Oh, well… Cut your veins if you can’t do cultural. Fill the bath with warm water and go! Cut need to have the most being. Just slash – that’s all. Well, you won’t feel much. The blood will come out slowly until you fall asleep. Cut soon, and then you have to sleep pull. What? Will they find you soon? Yes, what you already will the difference! They will eventually. You think hanging yourself is that easy? How, how… – lather the rope to slide better, tie one end to the handle, on the other you make a loop/noose, throw through the door, stick your head into the loop, squeeze your legs and hang out in convulsions. You see how much trouble this hanging is. Ah, you like a lot of hassle. There is an idea – get on the roof of the building and upside down. You can open your arms and pretend they’re your wings. The Wings Of Icarus. How long will you be flying? I don’t know… one Second, two. Depends on which building you’re climbing. I don’t really want to go to the top of a skyscraper. The fourth floor of the Sorority house would suit you fine. Fly a bit. Back not collect. You know!… Here are five packs of the strongest sleeping pills – chew and goodbye. Afraid of making your bed? Don’t worry, unless it’s someone/something I wonder what’s under you will come out. What? What other options are available? An overdose of heroin. Don’t think – it’s not as pleasant as it seems. That was nice, here it is necessary normal dose to work hard. And then, that/the from standard – as Kurt Cobain in its time. He didn’t overdose – no. If he’d overdosed, he wouldn’t have been able to shoot himself. And so, it turns out, just shot himself while intoxicated. I wonder how he is a gun/something. Don’t know van Gogh in the heart of the shot itself, then two days in the bed was lying a – dying. It’s too painful. To shoot it in the head – not otherwise. And who Greek philosophers, his veins cut on arms and legs? Seneca, I think. I cut, I cut, I couldn’t die. The easiest and most painless way is to inhale a shock dose of sleeping gas while in the loop. There’s legs buckled, the noose is tightening, but you don’t feel a thing. And that there especially to feel a few moments, and you’re in heaven. In cold lake, say, winter well. High in the mountains, buried in the snow. You just fall asleep. Drown? Drowning in a bathtub is like drowning. You see how many people have already committed suicide, what a rich variety of ways. Go for the bear with your bare hands. Better yet, a bear with cubs. An angry mother of compromises will not build. It’ll tear like a hot water bottle. You can’t judge me, baby. You know how much I suffer. How many nasty curses and crawling suddenly. How much human hatred, how many human meanness I had to swallow – in one gulp. You don’t know anything about me. You think you see. In General, people tend to drown in dreams. High in the mountains, buried in the snow, you just fall asleep, contemplating the star. The star that will mark your proud escape, to the celestial sphere – to the abode of neg. Say good-bye to me sweet words. Tell me you love me. Let your tender speech be a lie. Let me be deceived forever. But I below believe in the light – in the light of your acute eyes. Confused verse. Himself a poet, called. Lord, again who then got drunk and are arguing in the stairwell. Each other not hear, not understand. Tongues barely knit. “Do you understand me?! I hear you. Listen again.” Only fools would say. It does not matter what, no matter why they stupidly never shut up. And constantly, dragon fumes from his mouth. Please – all night now will not go to sleep. And the next morning a fight will be arranged with breaking of glasses and terrible shouts. Nothing changes. One generation of fools after another. Subsequent, as a rule, even more than the previous ones. Far from it, baby – I’m not a bore. I’ve heard those voices for years. I’m fed up with them. These voices poison my life. But that’s the way the world works, my baby. Someone has to poison our life, so that we are always in good shape, so that we remember the main thing. Evil, my cat, cannot be destroyed – it can only be contained. And I think, my sweet, that if everyone learns to restrain their evil, somewhere in the secret knots of the soul, the world will look much more perfect and harmonious. Well, you know, my tiger, it’s completely unattainable. Yes, my joy, of course I understand. With bitterness in my mouth and cobblestones in my heart, I understand that good and evil are inseparable concepts. But this does not mean that you need to sit idly by. You can talk in a low voice, you can drink tea, you can fight verbally. Well, then we’ll all be too intelligent and proud. Oh, how beautiful it is! But completely unattainable. “It seems to me that the world is arranged silly. It seems to me that the world is a hole…” That’s how I’ll release the claws! Did you see the lion claws? These little animals do not cost anything to tear a man to pieces. Elephant can trample. RAM the boar with your forehead. They say if a hunter shoots a boar in the forehead, it’s gone. Hunting for rabbits or birds maybe, but that’s, like, excuse me, go for bear, moose, and even better, a mammoth. Well, yeah, they’re extinct… In that case – an elephant. Hunters diamonds, at/I, describes elephant hunting. Why do people
