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Lights out in the streets. The city is asleep. Silence. Only occasionally heard buzzing past passing cars on the roads and the rustle of the wind outside the window. We are, in fact, ordinary. At the beginning of a new cycle of the day. Slightly, can be, token. After all, scientists have long counted the seconds. Found out all the inaccuracies, nuances. Curiosity can become a profession if you know where to send. Or better to say – take the right vector. But everything changes, anyway. And at the same time remains the same, no matter how you turn. The mistaken belief that society has reached the highest heights of knowledge and a wide breadth of perception of reality, we feel themselves masters of the situation. Don’t you? A new truth has been revealed: the master’s measure of asceticism. Wild elk, wild elk, saw through himself. Fragrant silence, I’m sorry. I do not want to break. Don’t give me the gun, or I can do the irreparable. Step aside and you’re gone. Disappeared without a trace in the abyss of evil, vices and misfortunes. The chessboard of life scattered the pieces. Who remained at the helm, he is not the captain. AZ am – a natural arrangement of things. The law of global troubles, expressed as conceivable appears to be inversely proportional; mactime identical to the real; say eliminates effective. The world of psychoanalysis has passed. They have too many sham truths. They don’t have the courage to go forward. Who would insist, frankly? I would like to expand the angle of view, but what it prevents, prevents, blocks the way. Even concentration of the mind is already good luck. You can’t see the back of your head if you turn your head. Specifically for this have come up with a mirror. Invented or invented – it does not matter. And however, it is important! – you can think of anything, but to invent – not all. Although, the drawing (schedule) of the perpetual motion machine has long existed, so long ago that it is even ridiculous to talk about it, but it is not possible to assemble such an engine yet. Love laughs at my words. Hatred grimaces at my stubbornness. The force wants to put everything in its place. The impulsiveness of my thinking forces me to order. The violence of my imagination calls for self-destruction. The apotheosis of thought is the contemplation of the face of God, “all” and “all”, imprinted in an instant. Have you seen the face of a woman listening to a noble husband? It’s like a Spaniel begging for candy. The angle of freedom and the angle of action are not proportional in equality. I hope you understand what I mean. Dear God, may you deliver us from the torments caused by the devil’s restlessness, the splendor of illusions and the seeming of all kinds. The hole in his pants is a vivid witness. The hole in the pocket is proof of that. I dreamed of eternal snows, and that must be a miracle. Easy farce sounding liter. This book will pull not everyone. I already feel like not everyone. Not a lot – even so I want to say. If any, it will pull at least someone/something. You think I’m too complacent? By no means. I just know what modern society reads: “Household philosophy of life”, “the Steepness of the flight to Mars”, “the Mystery of the secular criminal peryshkin”, and on top of all this – “How to make millions without fucking people.” My library consists of fifty books, each of which I reread many LT\et. Fixation of the mind on third-party thoughts is nothing but fanaticism. But God, how unpleasant to realize (once, because it is impossible to re-implement) that all the truths are reduced to two dozen of the simplest that exist long before the creation of the world. Dildo. Fergus. Traverse. What beautiful words. Such could come only people with good taste. Busty Cecilia that my mother just – Olesya. Gray squirrel in the wheel of life. Running in the fitness/gym. There was a time when prostitutes were given a class ID. As all were / the on fact. Prosaically. Life has always seemed like an endless mystery to me. But the mystery was solved and turned into boredom. Reinforced concrete truth of prose. Too formal, don’t you think? Where did art go? Sincere, pure, bright art… it’s gone. Sell off. With all the guts. Since the times of Egyptian pharaohs that built the stone building for just, people full of advantages of begging. Somehow. Although, we know why, but this topic is already so worn out that there is nothing to say. Let everything remain as it is. Spit. I like the last moron literature – arrange the icons, not even thinking about their meaning. But the perfection of genius, yet, allows this to be done. The time will come, and I hardly dare to such. In the meantime, listen to my words, for the light of truth shines in them, and the juices of life oozing out of them. The tree of wisdom is so old that no one can handle it. However, metal ceramics now. Pearl letters scattered on cryptomanager. Crisp electronic paper. Six hryvnias for half-chastushki. I’m so young and (damn!) so old-fashioned. Pour me some wine in an old/good faceted glass. Portuesi, sorry. Wine is drunk from glasses. Obscurantism. Planned epic story weighing in at a million letters. And see what happens. Not all OK only from one genius depends. Let’s try not to miss a single thought. Moreover, you do not forget that I am one of those hacks (buygeneric) that klyanchaet food from the neighbors. I mean, what do not sure that this book will be added to the end and will be released. Even if not everyone will pull it. Although, you know, writing without support, though hard, but it turns out very cool. Almost at the level of ancient poetry. Of course, when death breathes in the back of the head. I have no idea how those who live on Rublevsky highway work. What should be written there. Here we have – Yes… Shock\content. Detroit’s neighborhoods would seem like a child’s play in a sandbox. Although have them there their the twists and turns. I could never understand why people living in squalid neighborhoods, or rather artists, in the broad sense of the word, are so close to the magic of reality. They are almost at the cellular level it is perceived. As well as people living in elite areas, so far from reality that sometimes it seems crazy. An all-new mystery of existence. I love when the phrase sounds succinctly. The stream of thoughts, not carrying any intellectual load, is just a machination of a cunning speculator who decided to make money on the simplest work of imagination. Damn them. They are not afraid of the laws of physics. Am I jealous again or swearing at the imperfection of the world? Let them do what they want. Spit. The audience reading my books is the elite. So we will conduct a census of the elite layer of society. Someone told me: it is immediately clear that I am a good person. Don’t jump to conclusions. However, it was the neighbor from the third floor, he just wanted to scratch languages, so fawned. And when it became clear that he was forty years older than me – quickly fell behind. Apparently, he didn’t want to mess with the kids. I would like to continue in the same spirit. How much energy and imagination. If only this book didn’t cost me half my mind. There’s no turning back. And what, by the way, van Gogh so worried about/about all these cases related to his unstable character, that his poor, all these hospices drove until he, one fuck, a bullet in his chest is not allowed? He could have kept running around hospitals, making others think he was really sick. Although, the ear is why he/it cut off. Maybe he didn’t always know what he was doing. That’s what I really can’t figure out is how the Chinese sages in ancient times were able to overcome all these difficulties, with regards to hunger and deprivation. Because if you think about it… and here is something to think about and people was several orders of magnitude tough character, than now. And she’s back in my head. Trying to get a hold of me. That’s all she’s interested in. Victory over me. So when I lie in bed exhausted, my phone is silent, and no one knocks on the door. I/fact, in Fig nobody needs, except those cases when people are sick and need/support. When I feel bad, and I need support, I am met with contempt, taught, given advice, which they themselves, as a rule, do not follow, and so on, and so forth. It is a sin to complain, of course. Happens, and I treat people on/pig. But She is the one that I love… so much pain causes me and sometimes gives pleasure, but only because I didn’t get far. Only to keep me at the door. After all, people need, though not often, to win 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 – for philosophers; Greek and Latin – for the scientific world; Japanese – for show/business (have you read Japanese poetry? It’s terrible.); and here is Spanish and Italian is famously suited for that household squabbles between husband and wife; swearing on what/any of two languages, all inevitably will end in bed, believe me on word. Thus, we come to the conclusion that normal knowledge of foreign languages is reduced to fluency in at least five languages. Do you think it’s that hard? Nothing like that. If you knew how many languages are mixed and how many words are repeated in them, the only difference is that they sound different. The military, by the way, should be taught in Africa – a very low-sounding language, well suited for forest cleaning. I mean, I still don’t understand where to apply the knowledge of foreign languages. Even if you work a lot abroad and conduct secret international negotiations, there are always professional translators. At least Russian, it is necessary to make exclusively literary language. Let all the peoples of the world read prose only in Russian – and not in any other. What? Did I make a linguistic revolution? On/go, I urgently required the woman, otherwise it can bring to God knows where. Once upon a time, I had a chance to talk with a great man. I won’t say his name. Because he’s so famous, a lot of people might think I’m being promoted by someone else’s name. Although, in the case of the epigram on Victor Pelevin, I was just doing it. Imagine that I was talking to John the Baptist himself – this is the most accurate personification of the person with whom I had the opportunity to participate in the dialogue. It was even a correspondence, not a direct conversation – we never met. Moreover, the correspondence was so unpleasant that I literally burned with shame for every word dropped. You could even say that I annoyed this man: he was nervous, trying to get rid of me as soon as possible; he led the conversation in this way, if he had a chance to talk to a crazy, inadequate and too Intrusive person; he even deceived me without feeling a drop of guilt. Well, of course, I was acting crazy. Insisted, or rather insisted on his attention that it demanded, annoyed. I behaved like a madman, like a fanatic – it was a terrible behavior. But it was a real act of psychotherapy, thanks to which I was able to reveal my literary talent. And not only that: I have learned to work with the audience, to be sincere and open in communicating with people. And he, in turn, after some time, began to write parables and stories on all sorts of philosophical topics. Maybe I’m too self-satisfied to think I had a literary influence on this highly educated, sophisticated man. But to correspond to me with him was terribly unpleasant. Probably to him, too. The process of learning, and especially the process of genuine psychotherapy – always terribly unpleasant. Frankly speaking, I do not understand people who want to get an education without effort, without pain, without effort. Many, I note, do not particularly need this very education. Many, for some reason, think, although unconsciously, that without it (education) can achieve significant success, not to mention to establish themselves in life and in the professional arena. Women just enough to get married. They’re women. But men have to fight for a place in the sun. And sometimes, this struggle takes on a tinge of mania, obsession, boredom. Often, in this fight suffer from nerves, suffers from the family, formed a hole in my pocket. The place under the sun is high and the price is high. However, not so as it may seem. The famous Einstein, as/it is said that the only thing that prevent him to learn – education. Well, he probably meant that he lacked intellectual freedom. He probably found that can see things that have not yet reached in the science. Or even science. And in fact, he was a harbinger of the theory of quantum mechanics. So it turns out: we learn, we learn, and constantly undergo painful metamorphoses. The spread of quality knowledge, the spread of education in society – on/truth sacred deal. “But wisdom and knowledge are not the same. Because wisdom is nothing but the application of knowledge in practice.”(in quotes, because this grain of truth blatantly spigen from the movie peaceful warrior). In short, I just wanted to say, or convey the message, the idea, the ideal, that only once learned to experience the pleasure of the process of self-knowledge and knowledge of the world, you will learn to experience the buzz, comparable to the action of opiates. And in addition, to quickly achieve success, or better to say – the desired, because “success” and “desired”, too, is not always the same. Sorry for the tautology. I didn’t tell her I loved her? Yeah, she just didn’t hear. Any action, any phrase, addressed to her, only about it and says. Strange, why women are so dependent on verbiage. This is a statement, not a question, because I have no doubt about it. The problem is, I don’t make a damn thing. Where I compete with those who just/that I give gifts to. And in love gifts are obligatory. What can you do, if you give nothing but idle words, and, pardon the expression, small pepmena. I made up the word. I’m always told I don’t work. That’s right – I’m working. And this, as you know, are completely different things. I never worked at all. I’ve never done anything for money. Well, maybe as an exception. Or, say, for a change. And I don’t work because I don’t feel the slightest satisfaction from it. People love the money, the consumer effect. I, on the contrary – look for meaning in everything. More precisely, if the expression, I am interested in the process, not the result. Maybe that’s why I still can’t stop in literature. Every time I finish one book, I think of ten more. In moments of creative crisis, I think that this is the end, that nothing more I will not write, that I said and expressed everything possible and conceivable. And then, of course, comes another brilliant idea that I can not ignore. Sometimes, I accelerate to such an extent that in my head the crown burns. The feeling is as if a magnet is inserted into the head, around which words and figurative expressions are worn. Burn, burn my blue brain. Burn the devil’s flame. Knock the blood vessel in your temples and cringe the sphincter. The last Magelan of literature. What I had planned to do, even J. Joyce would have appreciated it. Smug again. But – the Fig… I suddenly had a picture of what I’d be doing now a major star of the show/business. I know they work hard sometimes. Often with full dedication. But they miss too often. Some go crazy and go to Israel for treatment. In our/inside out the fact the walls are unlikely of stars treat. In the West, almost everyone has a drug problem. Probably, in Colombia and Afghanistan people do not use as much rubbish as they do in Europe and North America. Even Asian countries are wary of such things. For that I love rock stars? For their recklessness? However, their love and the sincerity of emotion in good music. I forgot the name of this… Kurt Cobain’s wife, who dragged her husband’s mistress by the hair in front of people and journalists. Although, can, this specifically rigged for public effect. And she is wildly dressed and fooling around with women. But her Tits are gorgeous! Even I couldn’t deny that. I especially liked the photo of what/it’s fashion, whether secular magazine, where she stands with the baby in her arms, in her panties and from under the gum look black thick hair. Wah! I love it when the woman from/look out any hairs. Smoked. It slowed them down, felt. It’s getting harder to scrape thoughts out of your mind. Dead men don’t tell stories – they tell myths. The generation of the twenty-first century is the generation of superhumans. Beings between God and animals. Posthumans. I wouldn’t be surprised if they learn to live a thousand years. And also the history will begin to be measured not by the age-old scale, but by the thousand-year one. Slow down, so to speak, the course of history. But that’s not the point… Trying to analyze the horoscope… I’m Leo and some of the qualities inherent in me, but not all. I’ve gone beyond what I know. I began to worry about the accuracy of predictions. And time, as times/??? and gives those the most omens, thanks to which these predictions can be exercise. Stumbling on the calendar on the fate of old/good of the Maya (this is the name of your own?), surprised that they used several calendars: one served for sowing and harvesting, the other – read the fate of people, the third – I do not remember… I Feel like fate brings us together again. She should have seen the scratched Wallpaper in the room. A masterpiece of abstract painting. It, probably, it would be ridiculous. Men – such caprices – such rags. Two days apart, and already hysterical on the verge of collapse. I’d like to cuddle up to her. Kiss. I’ve lost my appetite lately. I barely get out of bed to drink water. Taught myself to put a bottle by the bed. Why does love make a person weak, lifeless? And at the same time – hyperactive, self-confident. Obstinate. She was faithful to him until the last day. But she never did. Pity and guilt – that’s what made long years to be close to her husband, to indulge his whims and weaknesses, tolerate reproaches. She was his support in life. Many would have considered their Union is perfect. Almost perfect, if we talk about the fashion of the time, the customs of the time and other trifles. But it was a dead Alliance from the beginning. Was doomed to failure, because the fall have nowhere to go except to the grave. It was an Alliance by the will of society, but not by the will of two lovers. However, if you look on the other hand… Distinguished by rare obstinacy, for a long time she could be alone. In any case, the vulgar behavior of people around her wildly irritated. Since her character was full of nobility, and you could even say she looked down on the world, she fell in love with art, music, books, and especially people who know how to create something like that. Therefore, whenever she was alone, she leafed through the “Catalog of original photos”, reproductions of famous artists, read poems by Sergei Yesenin or Vladimir Vysotsky, listened to compositions by Chopin or Oscar Peterson. It seemed that she could stay in this world of abstract and subjective illusions all her life. Thick-skinned …and when I put my crown on his head, his legs are pounding from such severity. Don’t think I’m lying. The story I’m going to tell you is true. Although, however, think, if you want. But very soon you will see the truth of my words. And it all began with the ill-fated day when my company went bankrupt. Because of my inexperience, and perhaps excessive greed, I allowed my partners to sign a contract with me. The agreement was written in black and white terms of cooperation on absolutely fair rights. And it turned out to be my fatal mistake. You see, I had no idea that justice could be understood and interpreted in different ways. For example, some believe that it is fair to make a profit of seventy percent, and the partner to give only thirty. What are the signs it is considered justice. When as any normal person will tell that justice is when profit is divided equally. In this regard, my company methodically and completely approached the zero mark. And when that happened, there was nothing sensible I could do but go looking for a more or less decent job. On the other hand, I had a chance to test my talents and abilities. Especially intellectual ones. Reading the works of various authors, I involuntarily notice some completely absurd statements. There is nothing wrong with this, because the author does not always have to be objective. In the end/after all, it is simply impossible. And brilliant writers, sometimes, absolutely intentionally make mistakes. Perhaps in order to excite the critical thinking of the reader. Therefore, this work only reflects the analytical work of thought, interacting with the thoughts of other writers. I don’t know if it would be helpful to you… But there are people who are so meticulous that they take pleasure in finding fault with words. However, what is the difference – form, content, meaning – all this is completely empty in comparison with the feeling experienced by the artist, trying to convey the idea. Depth of knowledge. I wanted to write this phrase by increasing and decreasing the size of each letter in such a way as to have a visual effect of depth. Supreme wisdom is easy to understand – hard to see. Easy to accept – hard to resist. It is easy to ridicule – it’s hard to bring to life. Higher wisdom is like air: it is necessary, and completely invisible. Like water: transparent, but perfectly perceptible. The highest wisdom is the basis of human nature. Decent ideas are not particularly scattered. So funny to see those who gives advice. Sometimes, a random thought of an invisible person can open the way to great achievements. A noble teacher speaks of principles. Professional – gives recommendations. Insolvent – advice. The concept of freedom comes from subservience. Weak-willed wants to do what he wants. Subservient – not to do what he doesn’t want. The enlightened one is always careless and alone. Therefore, he does what he wants and what others do not want to do. Sometimes a person is well educated, but does not see the essence, because he is confused in the details. Sometimes – Vice versa. But only the enlightened cannot be spoiled by education. Education is necessary to establish oneself in life. Well, if it coincides with desire. Loving and possessing are not the same. It takes strength to possess. To love – patience. The owner is another name for the rapist. Love is not a feeling. Love is a spatially temporal orientation in life. If I love a woman, then I am ready to link my fate with her, then I am ready to yield, to submit, to endure, to wait. Love requires good preparation and tremendous patience. What do you think is the difference between a fool and an intellectual? The first is ashamed to look stupid, so he tries to look smart. But it looks even more stupid. The second is ashamed to look smart, so he tries to look stupid. But he looks even smarter. The funny thing is that when a fool talks to an intellectual, they can not be distinguished from each other. It is much easier to make fun of someone than to look for flaws in yourself. The universe is governed by the law of gravity. Is he not the incarnation of God? To the state of enlightenment, or better to say – to the Mature mind, you can come in several ways: scientific (the noblest), artificial (the most beautiful), religious (the most difficult). In Latin, the word “Arte” is understood not only as art, but as something skillfully and masterfully executed. If you don’t want to work, be creative. You will not have to work a single day in your life, except for those three years of insane hard labor that await you at the start. In our time, to make good money, and at the same time, to remain an honest man, you need to engage in intellectual activity. For example, an engineer who designs cars earns a month much more than any “subordinate” employees of any enterprise. An architect earns more than a Builder or a foreman. We in Russia can not do anything for free to people. Well, you can’t and that’s it! We have, when free something appears, it breaks very quickly. At us when free something appears, people can’t stop – use. They need it, or – no, it’s the third question. When I open a textbook of physics or algebra, say, for the ninth grade, I wonder how all this can be understood at the age of twelve/fifteen years. In this regard, I believe that education should be given from a more Mature age. That is – in fifteen years to go to school and finish it at twenty-five. You can even finish General education at twenty-three. And at twenty-three to enter the Institute and finish it closer to thirty. Maybe twenty-eight. I think that with this approach in education, we will have nine professionals for every ten students. And to fifteen years old children should run, jump, do sports, my mom/dad to help, and be brought under the auspices of parents. Riding a topic with a hard rating is not a problem at all. It’s only/it is necessary… Yes, anything, damn it, don’t. Except for a good sense of humor. And perhaps the ability to sculpt from the collapsing substance prestigious award. And an extensive collection of porn and drugs. As a result, we get a bloody mess. All will die, and I’ll stay. Hints of love, hints of sex, hints of… In the beginning, the book was simply called “HYIP”, where I poured dirt on twenty pages of all conceivable and unthinkable media/persons of our time. Frankly speaking, I could not imagine a more disgusting process. I came to the conclusion that chipout is the worst thing that can be conceived in a creative work. Thinking that the people I was shitting hadn’t done me any harm, I began to feel guilty for what I had done. And then, in General, began to justify himself, explaining his act by the fact that, they say, I’m not for the popularity of doing this – just supposedly do not know how to work with media/images in literature, that’s yuzayu brand names. In short, I do not know how to hype. And may my beloved Reader forgive me for still being in the status of “no name”. And forgive me dear, beloved and deeply respected Muse, who probably sits and waits for me to become wildly popular, instead of coming and giving me a Blowjob, or at least just call and ask how I’m doing. (Mind you! I didn’t say that.) And may the gods forgive me for aiming an arrow at people who may even deserve it, but it is not for me to judge. Finish. (This fragment is somewhat similar to a prayer.) While I sawed ask Pelevin, Durova, Shnurov, Buzova, Timothy, and other stars, I felt so uptight, petty, quarrelsome, cynical, bow – gavnistym and vicious, whatever was not promised a show/business wealth, and I am ready to give them up, but would not do this vile thing. Don’t even persuade. Fuck the show/business! I’m a philosopher and a writer – not a sucker empty, seeking the desired unprofessional way. Although Pelevin’s good… About the miniature turned out. Wait till I put my head in the trap. If the hare has No place In the food chain, Then he was not brought up By the laws of the media. (System Camouflage Idiocy) And in General, to be famous, legendary, famous and be popular – these are two different positions of the artist. I’m not impotent, by the way. I just don’t like doing shit. Rear. So, what am I… the First thing that comes to mind when he realizes that he is in love: “run!“Where?… Anywhere! To the end! Since this state is the state of a person in love, it is completely primitive. He’s out of control. Eyes full of fire. My back burns. My chest burns. My head burns. And suddenly, suddenly, severe frost on the skin. Thermometer under the armpit – thirty six and six. Fucking run! And legs don’t work. Hands hanging. Lips are silent. Face nervously shivering. Below the belt what/the mighty, causing panic and fear vibrations. And sometimes the feeling that in the ass inserted a sharp object. Between the legs. Do you know what “love to the grave"is? This “Board” can be fully felt from the back of the head to the heels. Especially when you’re trying to get up. At such moments, you doubt that you dreamed of something like this. Flee… But where? So I decided to go to India. I set a goal to learn about myself as much as possible. What family do I belong to? What culture I keep in the halls of my memory. A word in the jungle, leaving the threads of my destiny. Well, why India? What a connection between me and an Asian country full of venomous snakes, loafers / philosophers and princes with blooming imagination. I didn’t know why I was going to India. What am I going to do there? But anyway, I took the next flight to Delhi. To be honest, I had some money with me. Almost all are gone on ticket. I was a little surprised I was risking fifty bucks for the rest of my life. But I laughed for some reason. “O my Lord! I was thinking. – Do I have a destiny test? What awaits me in a foreign and unfamiliar country? And I laugh, because I have almost all the money spent on the ticket. Why did I suddenly have such reckless carelessness? Have I changed? Although it is unlikely. Just… for goodness sake. – I don’t even know what to do. Oh, run!… Well certainly. I suddenly realized what it was like to love a girl I met three months later. She may have nothing to do with this. It’s fate. What do I know about my fate? Absolutely nothing. So I decided to go to India to find out the truth. And there’s a lot of existential philosophy (like Quentin Tarantino). So, if you do not understand, skip, do not dwell on any nonsense. I didn’t. I after all from purely aesthetic motives. At the time of van Gogh in painting there was no such thing as “sketch”. But there was impressionism, allowing artists to create creative paintings in the shortest possible time. Then ar / Nouveau appeared under the direction of artist / poster Alphonse Mucha. Thus, the picture fell into the abyss. But academics of fine arts is not confused and SIM took the masters area, which is called “naive art”. That, exactly, and means – naive art. In short, I’m trash who / bear-I don’t blame myself. I don’t know why I’m telling you this. There you are, a literature study on the topic of artistic sketches. Today in the fashion of brutal men. Apparently so, many hang out in gyms. Buy a variety of supplements. Steamed on proper nutrition. We must assume that when the fashion changes to the opposite