Book: Mad
I, my friend, don Quixote. Windmills don't fight. Give time! The mills themselves will collapse. But I don't want to be like everyone else! Why should I be like everyone?! Did I come to this world to live under someone else's dictation?
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MegaMozg 02-01-2017 / 08:30
The man was vaguely similar to a cat. The old, unworldly night tramp, who at a meeting with an opponent or with the dog will not run aside, and, raising his paw with steel claws, will fight to the last.
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MegaMozg 02-01-2017 / 07:44
From the living even more harm than the dead.
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MegaMozg 02-01-2017 / 07:04
Jokes about the crazies in abundance represented in folklore, but there is in this subject something dark, and I laugh at the mental patients soon far ahead of them, a person.
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MegaMozg 02-01-2017 / 06:33
"Sleepy" was included in all textbooks as the place where the dying and love and talent, and in General all human.
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MegaMozg 02-01-2017 / 06:32
