Book: Unkempt thoughts. Page 2

Freedom is not political organs, and the respiratory system.

I recognize one kind of tyranny - the compulsion to think.

Every time I think the world has dealt a slap in the face, cheek kept any of my loved ones.

Pouring rain, rust bullet in flight.

The people of this country were closed - some inside, others outside.

Let's not forget that the Earth and its surroundings, in essence, a remote province!

"Always look to the future!" sometimes shouting the Dodgers, who under the guise of stealing from us now.

In the history of the suffering of the people should include the list of obligatory literature.

Maybe I'm really an individualist - I didn't want to lie in a mass grave.

Man out of myself - waiting for his return.

It will not sink firmly caught the anchor in the shore of despair.

Great work sometimes evokes the silent shyness, which later turns into defiant silence.

I heard a shout and ran to his aid. It turned out that I cried myself. Since I'm writing. Someone calls me egotist.*

Don't put people into a dead end to get out, they will destroy the whole world.