Book: Porn. Page 1

Guys, they are all bitches. Here it is, the word. They call us bitches, but it's just projection, because they know that's exactly what they are, it is their nature: sassy, excited, deprived of self-esteem, the pack of dogs.

As the majority of people in this world, my persistent she is the type of passive, something like persistenti unwittingly, not because of the fact that I do nothing at all, because I really do not care at all that would interfere in something, well, except those people whom I know well.

You caught their fish, you and her are left alone, and what is now these conventions... they just strained... You make some idle conversation and move on is a joke. And now the most difficult is to listen to, but it's the most important. This is important because I see that she wants to pretend that in all this there is a kind of chic that is more than just a hookup, more than just lust. And in fact, I want to say to her:
"Shut up, bitch, and quickly take off his armor! We're never going to see you."

Omnia vincit amor, love conquers all. If you love each other, everything will work out, and if not - time to move on.

It is always better to leave a man when he says he wants to see you again, because you know inevitably the time will come when you break up because he doesn't want to see you. So the first is much nicer.

It is strange to imagine that people really have the most personal life; a holistic, self-sufficient worlds in small separate apartments.

If you let someone use your body or image is all garbage.
Worse, when you're allowed to use their soul and senses - that's real ***tion.

I am deeply convinced that a good attitude from the blunt monster far more dangerous than the censure by intelligent people.

When democracy is too much, it leads to murder.

I never really liked coke, but many people I know also didn't like, but nevertheless continue to drive it in the nasopharynx. Just because it is. People putting themselves in shit that causes them lots of harm, just because they can afford it. It would be naive to think that drugs can be somehow removed from modern society consumers. Especially in the quality of the product they help to identify from whom the society consists.

Money gives you the luxury of not thinking about money.

Cocaine turns people into a worse version of their own in eighteen years.

These young boys, such sweet, tender heart, what they grow into monsters! But, in old age, they usually become nice, kind and well mannered.

Because we're just members. That's all. And they rule women.