Book: Light worlds
I - the steadfast tin soldier, I don't care, I love uneasy, but Oh, my God, when I see this lanky guy with the glasses when I watch him getting out of the car, like caramore when I suddenly recognize him, this ridiculous in a long coat that occurs in flakes of a snowstorm, otvorachivayutsya face from wind, covering his eyes from the Blizzard - my inner tower, the bastions and barriers melt, crumble, crumble like a bad, slow movie. Tell me Lord, why this? Little did they, absurd and confused wearing glasses? Why is this? I don't understand you, Lord. Reveal to me your plans!..
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 18:29
We don't know the origin of happiness. But there are places where it is sprinkled on a slide.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 14:47
Each person has an angel, he in order to protect and sympathize with. Growth is different, depending on the circumstances. He's the size of a Dachshund - if you are at a party or in the crowd; the man - if he sits in the passenger seat of the car in which you are rushing, shouting and dancing; that is unfolding to your full height - and it's like two telephone pole - and quietly hanging in the air, here in this stuffy and empty meaningless evening of July, unknown what year. The corner of my eye in certain lights you can even catch a mica gleam of his wing.
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MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 11:40
Love, love the person, and then I don't love him, and if what sorry, not him and his feelings - so let them walk, and they will get back to you on all fours, with broken teeth and bruises.
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MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 11:40
