Book: Bimin. The tariff for unlimited happiness. Page 2

And why are we so cynical? Where are the breath mints and cotton-carrot dreams? Again we suffocate in the fatigue of self-pseudogynecomastia and the inability to sit alone - can't enjoy it because of all this sham lies something much more important than for light aircraft and fraud - something that is not cloying and boring, there lies a human. The only reason we again play mask show. I hope, at least in Venetian masks-show.

Are you aware that good thing can not be called marriage? Marriage is to be exchanged within two weeks after purchase.

And somehow it so happened that my hand slipped, your head fell on your shoulder, not in time turned to each other.
And friendship goes to hell.

Wider, wider look. It's not ***tion, and breadth of perception.

We still exist in standby mode under the joint name "paradox".

I'm more free than a lonely girl.