Book: Diary. Page 1

One generation makes money. The next generation protects the money. The third generation becomes poor. All always forget what it takes to put together a family fortune.

No investment can be your forever.

In art College, you'll know that there are freaky etiquette. You need to share.

Weather today - a growing experience with gusts of terror.

And all the better it is painted, the worse it became her life until the real world became very bad for her. It got to the point that everything was to her as someone else's. It got to the point that nobody was good enough for her, quite sophisticated, quite real. No kid out of high school. Nor the other girls. Nothing was as real as her imaginary world.

Everything was ugly. All was impenetrably stupid, and just... wrong.

If you're reading this, welcome back to reality. Here is what resulted all fabulous, limitless potential of your youth. All of this unfulfilled promise. It's what you do with your life.
Your name is Peter Wilmot.
You need to understand that you were a pathetic sack of shit.

Each of your smiles - the opening night of the season. Prime Minister. You expose yourself.

Be what you want.

I thought, we are bound by true love. I really have. But our romance was but a long lasting sexual relationship, similar to narcotic intoxication.

Did you know that the light shall not be colder than six hundred degrees and burning at least seven hours to completely burn a medium size human body?

It was spring semester, and everyone in College seems to be seized with the same idea. To weave a CD player or a personal computer, using only local grass and sticks. Pieces of roots. The pistils. The air smelled strongly of rubber glue.

The builders of the old leaven, she reports him, they would never have started to build a new home on Monday. On Saturday. After the Foundation was laid, they will throw a handful of kernels of rye. If after three days the grains will not sprout, they are building a house. They hide old Bible under the floor or put it in the wall. They are sure to leave one of the walls not painted, until the arrival of the owners. Thus, the devil will not know that the house is finished, while there will not settle people.

The TV man shouted - "Te amo... Te amo...", again and again, to the dark-haired girl with brown eyes and fluffy eyelashes, dropping her from a stairwell.