Author of quotes: Diamond Ace. Mind Manifesto

While his paper will be perfect only if it will send for processing.

You are not taught to "be better". Because being "better" or "worse" - moveton. No extremes. Millions of "don't be like everyone else." Middle adheres to standards so: 90-60-90. Twenty-eight is too much, too little sixteen. Mid measured everything in centimeters, inches, carat, horsepower, zeros, grams. All brought to a common denominator, to go beyond - to expose themselves to persecution.
Give in to provocation scale.
Fuck myself with a ruler.
The balance is there, but the great equalizer is always happy to throw off a cliff all those below 170, 000 40 cheaper, fatter, uglier, dumber. Stereotypes obsessive any dubious company.

This is the Genesis of fatal errors. Dreams at the bottom of the glasses become ideas, and binge frenzy - trigger.
You are going to throw and throw tens on the bar in the evening pouring out his plan of happiness short natural, tangible salvation. No one will support you as a casual friend - drunk-for-your-account to which all the same what to approve: a divorce, a tie or a suicide.

Any sissy will make you regret everything you did. After all, he had more money. More sound. More friends.
More than you do.
There are people who are just more than you.
And it is necessary to understand: as long as you think before you sleep, other people's privileges, you're just going to Wake up with the feeling of a studded Dildo "somewhere in between".

Not to become an outsider in his flock, you should possess a full set of socially"important" and "important" items. What "things" make you a person, and not some genes or xeomin with Botox and Dysport - no. Your face is the slag, which you carry around on yourself. Everything else leave funeral agencies. These guys know how to categorise you, because without all of this stuff only thing you're fit, a soil fertilizer.

"Illusion inside the illusion". The faster you run, the less you look at his feet.

Fear creates the idea that it is better to be someone better to be.

Because the matter is not in darkness. Turns you on its contents.
The glow of mind fills the darkness with a special substance: personal experiences, desires, judgments, expectations. There all neatly and logically, smells like Gardenia and not fraught with harm. Every little thing is in place, people are alive, and lungs are clear. The planet is not rotating, shading your mainland, time does not exist. Fine tuning of the imagination.
So thin, that the thread will break if someone turns on the light.
Someone always turns on the light.
And these Edens scattered fall leaves in a paralyzing confusion you, your dark little world and all its insects.
Because someone is always dark. As day.

The tragedy of the sharp mind that with time and without proper competition, it becomes ordinary.

Systemization is the task of psychology or history. Useless any alleged science that has exclusive rights to manufacture stencils, check punches. Humanitarian promiscuity. As soon as there is deviation, is born a new classification, because everything must be counted and die on schedule.

Social institutions alternately bend pelicans, masking indifference connotations of the highest order, and the Foundation of any of them has no political or economic nature. Families are kept on the sex swing, netting and polygamy.
The order establish the benefits, not the state.
Manufacturing rugged search of the lowest costs in disregard for quality.
Public education works-older-to-younger, not working according to the principle of education for critical thinking, which the child could substitute the recitation of overdue parents.
Institute of religion is important rubbing his nose, praying, knowing that it still does not save anyone, and gives interest-free loans to the world wide web, where all spiritual problems can be easily solved online while the preachers raping boys in tight Asses.

To fly. To get laid. And die.
When it comes to self-deception, most often such a lie to justify some kind of wonderful ***any that do not should be. Even in these letters comes through with half-truths. And through so that the door behind it opens, then closes, hinting it would be necessary to put a solid bolt where the skeletons fall.
No matter how beautiful these skeletons may be.

Clothes, tattoos, riots, protests - all to Chizu and Potter. Two gentlemen quite transparently described "informal formalities". Causing hair and bomzhevatogo ego will not make anyone special. They will make barely-human part of the subcultural trash.
The imaginary fight with the system sells Pelican the feeling of freedom and permissiveness. The drugs make him happy. Cock in ass - unusual. But by and large, this is no different from ordinary consumption of the crap that the Lord was carrying in the intestines for months. It turns out, the leftist measures and anticorporation motion is a vacuum, the ultimate objective is to propose a new scheme of consumption. All. At this, Chuck, your services are no longer required. Go on their crowdfunding campaign for "Lullaby". Your seven minutes is up.
After all, pelicans don't remember who they ***em and feed.

To resist the General idea is as useless as believe in mitochondrial eve. It will still crash into your subcortex, win their region and begin to put down roots, matching you more and more tightly with the rest and teaches you the wrong habits and needs. Your thoughts are not your property. What's it like to live in a world where you just came up with? Dressed, shod in louboutins included a couple of songs, explained that drugs are bad and the only good thing you can do is just pull?