Book: Dens, dens, dens. Page 2

... and that means honesty in such areas of life as sex? If you require that the sex be fair - it's better people to multiply like mushrooms. More honest than you can imagine.

We are all lonely creatures of flesh and blood - and only by all sorts of underground cables, telephone cables and God knows what sometimes lock each other. Terribly imperfect system. The line is overloaded. The numbers are not remembered. Then some jackass with the wrong number.

If you look at it I always seemed to before me, a mistake of world evolution. The victim of the stalled genetic transformation. The hideous reptile, whose species has long been mutated in the wrong direction for too long now to change back

- Fine, - I said. The word "great" I use only in severe cases, when words of approval does not occur, and to remain silent, uncomfortable.

Nothing changes. Always, always, always - the order of things in the world is the same. Well, except that the number of years different, a new face to replace departed.

But it has awakened something special attitude to the world in which the woman looks all around from top to bottom. Not in a bad way, not aggressive. Just as it's better to put it neutrally looks down on the world and all. As outside from the window.

- Excuse me... I awkwardly asked. It's hard for me to imagine how you must feel if you are hurt. What happens in the shower? What do you do, how you react?
- Raceplay icon Keith Haringa, ' I replied.
She laughed.
Is that all?
The fact is, - I continued, - that with time this pain becomes chronic. Resolves within, becomes part of your daily occurence - so that the pain itself as it has not seen. But she's in there. Just to distinguish her, to show someone - here it is, my pain - it is impossible. Show, as a rule, possible only to some small sores...

Be me fifteen years - I would have fallen in love, again I thought. Absolutely fatal love, terrible and unstoppable, like an avalanche in the spring mountains. Would love - and, very poorly represented, what to do next, would have fallen in the wild, black melancholy...

Someone I seem stupider than it actually is, someone is smarter. To me the most from this - neither hot nor cold. Because the sample for comparison - what I actually - also just a fantasy, a reflection of my own beliefs about yourself.

For you I'm not worried, like you always in the order that they would happen Soon... I'm worried about those who are with you ever contact...

Take care of what can't say with words. For example, respect for the dead. What should stay, stay, what will leave will leave. Time will put everything in place. Why not judge the time it will solve itself.

These feelings from the past sometimes come back to me. Together with the then rain, then smell the wind...

I am not weird. I mean, I really think so. Of course, to the "average person" me too far. But I'm not weird, that's for sure. From whatever side you look - absolutely normal person. Very simple and direct. As an arrow. You thought of yourself as a kind of inevitability - and get along with her quite naturally. The inevitability of this is so obvious that I don't even care how people see me. What is it to me? Them how I perceive it - their problem, not mine. Someone seem dumber than you really are someone I look smarter. To me the most from this - neither hot nor cold. Because the sample for comparison - what I actually - also just a fantasy, a reflection of my own beliefs about yourself. In their eyes I really can be a complete dumbass and a genius. So what? I do not see that anything horrible. In the world there are no false opinions. There are opinions that do not coincide with ours, that's all.

In the world there are no false opinions. There are opinions that do not coincide with ours, that's all.