Book: Christmas

- We play some toys, Maxim. Here's the thing. And themselves becoming toys in the hands of others.

To get into the gruesome world of dreams, my friend, need to begin to kill somebody.

The events of those years are not pierced my soul right through and stuck in it forever obsession. Don't think me crazy, but... I had the desire to kill. You know? And in order not to go crazy, I began to do it on the computer screen. This, of course, a surrogate, you might say. Rubber woman is passionate and hot, trembling flesh. But, nevertheless, somehow soothing. At least for a time.

Wild cane cat will never be home Murzik.

This place plays people and puts their performances.

And I have a tiny secluded place, where something unseen, but I locked the place locked up and the key thrown away. Now the rest of the game, only a game and nothing more.

In the sky, veiled by a translucent veil, there was a fierce fight between a pack of hungry, dirty-gray clouds and the moon. Clouds furiously tried to break the eternal page, and she, resisting, frantically flashed and faded. Finally Luna managed to escape, she shook off the remnants of clinging darkness and shone in all the Majesty of his proud, cold beauty.

It seems to me that "between" does not exist. Life and death always go together, prijaviti closely to each other.

Yes, we are smart, Yes, we are physically and spiritually developed. But you need something else that isn't these stupid people. I understand - we need the ability to KILL. Have read, seen on television, it was possible to conclude that pathetic wimp is not able knowingly to deprive a person of life. "the destiny of the elite, the higher castes. this is a manifestation of the WILL.

Really say that the first puff is still like a first kiss.

The first cigarette puff throws me back into the past, when a carefree ten-year-old girl believed in Christmas miracles, happy nonsense like Santa Claus and offended over nothing.