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By sobriety, death is too incomprehensible. She, like love, only drunk real seems.

There is no point in protecting money: time washes them out of your hands on a grain of sand anyway. And there is no tomorrow for which it would be worth saving them. Life is always cut short today.

The body is earthly, it is just biology and chemistry, but a person, after all, is much more. When the spirit is sick, then the body rots. And when a person cleanses his spirit, then the body is almost resurrected.

Was zero. The water turned into ice and ice into water. From the zero air fear went away but instead began to accumulate drop by drop frostbitten anger. What with Illya all right? Why is life in the corner was in the corner ends? Why is he powerless against the world? Where is the justice that he from punishment can not get away? Why is to kill a man - it turns out, and forgive - no? Why is everyone in the hands of Crookshanks? Why, but to lay hands on yourself, there is no other escape, and suicide is in hell? Well, you're a God or the owner of a slaughterhouse?! To endure. His head hiding in his hands, his neck retracting into her shoulders. On the area - not stand out, not to argue, not to argue. Gave the broom - revenge. Said to turn away; to turn away. With God to agree on the fact that the godfathers knock is not made. Thieves to get around. The guard around. In the eye not to look. Wait for freedom. Yes, where is she?!

Like all correctly made, and still in hell. Life on earth is so organized that all the people bound to hell got. Especially in Russia.

Under the bath there were cockroach whiskers sticking out. Waited for Elijah to blow his brains out, to take his soul to hell.

My theory is on this subject. I have all my energy, right? I want to give you. Because you are mine. And while I have it all you give, you will be fine. We'll be together, and nothing bad will happen. It's like a protective field in fiction. Like an invisible dome over us. Over you. And if I start to give someone else a piece of your energy field then it will immediately weaken. Us and to each other will not attract and in the dome will crack. And then he could collapse on us. Me - and you. And I don't want to. I'm afraid of it. I love all the same.

And now came: when she whined he common future, just the present one to be stuck not like.

I'm alive, live late all the time, mother, but dead-just not in a hurry.

God chasing sinners, procrastinate it, stick with Ramsey. A righteous man with God, as with a bus driver not to talk about anything. The route is clear: drive out.

Say, rises before my eyes. But that's not true, of course. Flashes for a moment. Impossible to keep. It is impossible to see the details. Can't remember that a minute before was that after. Images-fragments, spots on the retina, not of the picture but sensations. See where they really are? Where they do? And where is Ty?

There was too much in the way of arrows, and every time we go out. And here the rails had brought us with you wherever led. Depot: the beginning and the end.

- When you were scared last time? Really scary?
- Happened a couple of times. You all OK?
- I'm doing just super.
- Then on - said goodbye forever Peter.

Was the crowd: the whole train of people with phones. All there, inside, was more interesting than the other people in the back to look. A train one soulless body in a circle lucky. The miracle of technology.