Book: The sacred book of the werewolf. Page 1

Because sex is not just a docking of the known parts of the body. It is also an energy Union between two beings, a joint trip. If we learn to put our hypnotic vectors, together, dive into a love illusion, I thought, we'll give ourselves a railway station for two, where each sleeper will be worth its weight in gold.

Eskimos have averaged thirty words to describe different kinds of snow, and modern Russian - about the same idioms to denote the bribe to the official.

The elite is divided into two branches, which are called "fuck society" (distorted "high society" - high society) and "apparatus" (distorted "upper rat" - the top rat). "Fuck society" is a business community, kowtow to the authority to be able to close any business at any time since the business here is inseparable from theft. A "unit" - is the power that is fed back received from the business. It appears that the first offer to steal second for the second allowed to steal first. Just think of all the people who managed to build this magnificent quads among the net field. This clear distinction between the two branches of government no - one flows smoothly into another, forming a huge fat rat, greedy self-absorbed.

In ancient times in China, any official sought to benefit the universal way of things. And then everyone puts your barrier that lifts only for the money. And the essence of local social contract lies in that the lifting of barriers in front of each other.

However, representatives of the exploiting classes often fall into the occult to find in it justification for their own parasitic nature.

No, I decided, Block bet - his poems purify the soul and awaken to its highest. And if the client will Wake up the highest, we lose a client is known by any marketer.

Near for a long time sang the flute is about the same, what was in my heart. When we were kids we lived in a huge house and played magic games. And then so overworked that they themselves believe in their imagination - go make-believe play among dolls and lost, and now no force will bring us back home if we do not remember that play. And to remember it is almost impossible for such a fascinating and terrible was the game...

Of course, I give these rings and brooches are not for the perfection of my soul which modern people fast not.

He had an interesting facial expression: as if in his youth his soul yearned for freedom and light, but, failing to penetrate the armor of self-control and duty, and froze the question mark bubble, Rasputin face in wonder-pout.

Secret documents disgusts me ever since the Soviet times: any good, and any problems can be through the roof, even if it feesbeshnyh.

I was insulted when Nabokov confused with his hero. Or called the godfather of American pedophilia. This is a deeply mistaken view of the writer. Remember, Nabokov is spoken, not when describes the forbidden charm of a nymphet. Pages does not break pages in the writing. He blurts when sparingly, almost a hint of mention about the impressive resources of Humbert, which allowed him to travel with Lolita across America. That heart - always sneak... the Writer dreamed of, of course, about green American schoolgirl, but of modest prosperity that would safely catch butterflies somewhere in Switzerland. In this dream I don't see anything wrong for a Russian nobleman, who understood all vanity of the life feat. And the choice of theme for a book designed to provide this income, gives an idea not so much about the secret aspirations of his heart, as thoughts about new compatriots, and also about the degree of indifference to their opinion of themselves. The fact that the book was a masterpiece, too easy to explain - the talent itself, not to hide...

Okay. Is it clear to you that suffering is the stuff from which the world was created?
Why?
- This can only be explained by example.
- Come on example.
- You know the story of Baron Munchausen, which raised themselves up by their bootstraps?
"I know," said the driver. - In the movie, even seen.
The reality of this world is under a similar reason. Only it is necessary to imagine that Munchausen hanging in complete emptiness, struggling clutching himself by the balls and screams from the unbearable pain. On the one hand, it seems a pity. On the other hand, the poignancy of his situation is that he let go of his balls and he will immediately disappear, because by nature he is just a vessel of pain with a gray pigtail, and will disappear if the pain disappear himself.
...-What's your Munchausen, afraid to let go of your balls?
- I told you, then he will disappear.
- It might be better for him to disappear? Fig need a life?
- True remark. That is why there is a social contract.
- The social contract? What social contract?
- Munchausen each individual can decide to let go of your balls, but... when six billion of Myunhgauzena crosswise hold the balls to each other, the world is not in danger.
Why?
Yes very simple. Munchausen himself could and let go, as you rightly pointed out. But the more painful it will make someone else, the harder he'll do to those two, who keeps to himself. And so six billion times. You know?
- Ugh, - he spat, - that only a woman could come up with.
And again disagree with you, ' I said. Is extremely male picture of the universe. I would even say chauvinistic. The woman simply have no place in it.
Why?
- Because women have eggs.

To some it may seem that to live in Russia and to be called And Fuck - a rather sad fate. About how to live in America and to be called Whatze Phuck. Yes, the name of the color my life in a gloomy tone, and some of the inner voices is always ready to ask - and you... you expect from life, what the Fuck? But, as I said, the smallest of my worries, not even caring, because I work under a pseudonym, but rather something humorous - however, from the field of black humor.

Happiness, love, a kind of inconsistency. Dostoevsky asked, is it conceivable it if he paid for the tear of the child. And Nabokov, on the contrary, doubt is there happiness without her.