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- ***and how can you be so heartless? - I asked.
- Very easy, said johnny, - we are such freaks.

I drank a vodka tonic. The evening was quiet. A quiet evening in hell. And the earth was burning like rotten sticks, pierced by termites.

There's no winners. There is only the apparent winners. We are all chasing a kilogram of cake. Day-to-day. The only requirement seems to be - to survive. But I think this is not enough.

Sometimes things are exactly what they seem, and nothing to fuss.

But the life in man holds pain and misery. Or trying to avoid pain and troubles. This activity is daily and for the whole day, sometimes the night brings rest.

Of course, it's dangerous. In the light of day. But the danger in my element. It makes my already burning ears and wrinkled anus. You only live once, right? Well, except for Lazarus. Poor clumsy, he had to die twice. But I - Nick Bilan. On this carousel you allowed only once. Life could bold.

My eyes were blue, and shoes are old and no one liked me.

I was not included - I have noticed that if you're bad, then this villain is even worse. One stupid person after another and it never ends. An endless series of idiots, including the famous.

The world is mostly insane. And where there is no crazy - angry. Where not mad and not mad, just stupid. No chance. No choice. Be strong and wait for the end.

Always someone to spoil your day and even life.

Man is born to die. What does it mean? Hang out and wait. Waiting for route A. August afternoon waiting for a big pair of Breasts in a hotel room in Las Vegas. Wait, when speaking of fish. When the whistle cancer. Hang out.

Two women means twice as much trouble than one woman.

Life exhausts them. Wears out to the holes.

Things were going well, but who knows where.