Leading fatigue spread in his bones and on my face, like a prison, the grid of monotonous and bitter pessimism settles. I continue to think and work in the craters of nothing and boredom.

I look out my window and nick it for a long time just for myself, the jagged veins of mountains, the carved rock stumps! For the time that is getting slower and slower, I don’t have the courage to listen. They are in order on the cared shelves of my brain, the memories taking care; the Existence is still drumming with me for the time being as a beat of the wounded heartbeat, even sometimes only a sick self-pity pulls me out of my bunk-style bed every day!

Human sacrifices, and all of you: Angel-spirited saints, like those who come upon broken human stumps, but accept as compassionate compassion — protective maternal lives, reassuring salvation and harmony — please do not hate, but give if there is a soul in you. a new opportunity: Equal opportunities for the disadvantaged!

My inverted Parma ham-like leg - if I go a long way - can no longer sense the futility of miles! Just stop for a moment, and as honorable, wise fathers, caring mothers, give me a gift of calmness, selfless kindness that caresses the delicate veins of your hair, devotional rocking gifts with a calm heart, but don't kick me, just because I was blacklisted and my name he was merely cursed and stigmatized!

- I like to comfort me with my chubby, stocky hands, and I have rocked my tears many times: A good friend and an enemy can understand me equally - if they do not recognize the concept of golden moderation, the only guardian angel who can help me.