Book: Acid house (the Acid house)

Where violence is the norm, and escapism is a way of life!

Someone who reads books, never boring.

I was determined against all and against all. I didn't want to see the people around you. Such hostility was not the result of some strong debilitating anxiety and was just a Mature recognition of my own psychological vulnerability and lack of qualities necessary to maintain with someone friendly relations.

People change when you turn them on the trunk.

I wandered through the bar, carrying just nonsense. I in any case carried any nonsense, but now carried it with greater thoroughness and conviction.

The journey to hell continues!

I liked the fact that he felt that he understood me; with the illusion of power over me he'll be cocky and therefore careless. And I will choose the time and I will rip his heart out.

Sitting on the bed, she watched him undress. Her face was grim when he took off his purple boxer shorts.
- Who do you expect to satisfy with that? angrily she asked, throwing him a nasty look.
- Self.

I drove you to the entire planet, created you in his image and likeness, what more do you want, idiot?!

Girl, social worker, turned and looked contemptuously at us. I smiled in response, but she turned away with a fucking evil look on her face. Penny would not give for such social work. A social worker who can't be social as hell all in any gate not climbing. It's like a lifeguard who does not know a damn swim. On a gun shot would to this kind of work not admitted.

Sometimes friends - the last people you can trust.

For some people inevitable, certain disappointment.

This is absolute bullshit. Another pile of shit through which we must break. And there's always more, more of this goddamn bullshit, through which we must break. It will never end. They say that the older you get, the easier it gets. I hope so. I hope your mother.

Fuck this life, give me another, please.