Author of quotes: Eugene Resch

And it was heard that the mate seemed to be between the stanzas.

And I’ll say it’s gone to hell.

And a photo from a random window.

The melody of our youth. Youth that will never say anything about what's next for you, because she doesn't like to upset. She prefers that for her, it did the next time, which is not so good. That blow to the head let me remind you who's boss.

Social death is the continued physical existence of man, in which he is already dead spiritually and socially. A very strange method of death, but not the worst. Many affects that social death has nothing to do with the removal of the account in social networks.

I mean, there's weirdness, right?

Social networks simplify many tasks without demanding anything in return. Anyway, at first we think so.