Annihilation has already become a wisdom of life, a cheap livelihood crime, in which it is as if I am suffering from a pursuit phobia of just being a hunter and not even asking why he did it? and don't leave me alone for a minute-minute blue! The downtrodden, resembled World belongs to those accused of remorse: The uplifting and self-help humanity of morality does not matter here: Perhaps all connections between common sense are broken!

Doing nothing is the most useful deed; many lie on benches until ten in the morning, trembling in a deeply drunken dream, and this is only useful and good for them: The next day, then, as the cogwheel of eternity, the problems just don’t go away, but they continue! And the sanda and monotonous consequence of all contradictory, petty reasoning is, "Your idea has fallen ugly!" If you appeal to One, and who dare to report the Truth clearly and simply,

which everyone is now wary of - your answer is, "Shut up!" As clear as possible. You are better at concealing the universal, cohesive thought of your spirit with all your means, but the Face you see when you look in the mirror: it seeks answers for you, and often the way you might look, and if you thought in an octonic way, “Everything is hopeless! Everything is already lost! ” - look out the window for a moment and in the ice cold night nature will send you its icy flowers! - perhaps a futile, deceptive thought is thoughtful persuasion, and yet if you turn away from your uttered words, which have already been judged in yourself, you are fooling yourself!