Yuri Markeev. Spider Zhigulev (№ 354347)

But what if you start the morning hell doesn't, right? What if you turn on the lights in all the rooms? To shave, to wash, to get himself a glass of strong tea with analginum and go? Maybe that will change in the outside world? Press the button the TV box and let it out! In the end, a TV and used to cause a gag reflex. And let there be compassion to everything and everyone. I'm not ashamed of my tears. Because the person may not be less than two grains of opium solution, and it is smaller. He can not jump from heaven to hell from the needle, driven into the vein. And he's jumping. And why, then, this duality of life? Why have a stash, and there is abundance? After all, if it would be plenty, then would not need to stash. And there would be this schizophrenic duality of existence. Isn't it as clear as twice two?

No, I will never believe those windbags on TV, calling for love for the poor patients to deprive people of freedom of choice. Hypocritical liars, which I would have ordered the operation to shortening of the languages. What do they know, sitting to hemorrhoid chairs and sterile offices? What know they who never woke up in hell and didn't know if there's a heaven or today do not come? What can be said good, good a healthy person sick? I feel sorry for them, self-righteous saints, who under the new government changed the color like chameleons, and essentially remained the same miser. The Savior said about them: "the painted Coffins. Outside varnish and wealth, and rot inside!" And let the fallen woman with the words: "Go on, honey, try not to sin anymore."