Book: Cake in the city

The truth is short, lies - flowery.

But it is better to be in hell agresiv as it should, though it is clear that for toil.

The black cable, not white-wash.

We are stupid, naive, want happiness, love recklessly, and suffer from men all naive to believe that we would be able to suck it up.

And in a dunghill sometimes pearly grain.

If life suddenly starts to cover you from head to toe with roses, carefully look up, not flying from the window sill behind the fragrant petals of a large flower pot.