Author of quotes: Eugene Nichiporuk. Page 1

Whatever happens, we should always do what you have to do.

What happened to us? We found each other, but didn't want to lie to myself, pretending to grimace and flirt. Gave himself to the waves and swam... And all around us - the whole world with the lights of cars and shop Windows. Where love is sold. Where pain is sold. Where the fed pays money for the right to feel above the hungry. Where to bargain the most expensive, where everyone is running from everyone. Where feelings... real, honest and those that are not available to jackets and shaved heads, pimply teenagers and dormivi fat ass office girls, finishing the day in the TV series "Sex in the city". They are willing to give all in order to experience true feelings! And what could be stronger than love and pain.

bridges in the sky
fix a road
with overclocking in the stars
and there in the gods...
will not be allowed.
the entry lists.
and the sky
not close.

And let them blow:
In the wind without clothes.
"Just do it" -
well, hope...

when the morning washes away the paint...
mascara is running. just tears from the smoke.
so you want affection.
But it MISSES.
and fly away at speed. Point.
the tree went out, smile blurred.
our holidays on the blades,
all the stories told.

... more generally solid bright days.
so say my prophecies...
the important thing is that we are not alone,
in the midst of the universal loneliness.

don't be afraid. heroes don't kill in the first series.
we still have a lot to make cash.
there will be fireworks and extravaganza.
show to the masses.

Nobody is perfect,
copied error.
and even woody Allen
it is not funny.
fake pianos
and a cheesy smile.
Nobody's perfect...
only me and you.

Dial the number, but not to press "call".
and so a few times..
Take it easy
usually in such cases say.
Inhale, exhale, it seems.
call me don't call.. it does not matter
Sooner or later, everything disappears
wears out, deteriorates and depreciates.

... But memory is a cruel thing. She strikes out from their lists all, sometimes you a much-needed change, but does not erase the images that cause every day you unbearable pain. And it's also fate. Isn't it? And if my fate is to remember and to burn alive in his own hell, then to hell with such a fate!

In a city poisoned by money and vanity. In the city which smelled a thirst for success. The thirst for short-term gain. In this city, wander through the streets of a faint smell danger, which at any moment can stun you, and intensified a hundredfold. This city is created for the desperate and the adventurous. Because they themselves created.

In this life there are no second chances. There is only a right to revenge. To retaliate or not to retaliate. Everyone decides for himself. Do not take revenge and pretend that nothing happened. Smile to the world, like the world, and in thoughts did not hold rigidly to fuck you.

He tells me that I'm the biggest idiot on the planet Earth, because maybe I'm the only one not jerking off to his pictures.

This may sound strange, but "Mercedes" that you want a long time ago, lies inside of you, and there next - a trip to the Maldives. And there apartment Basmanny district and club card "SOHO Rooms". Everything inside you. There in the bargain stores all of your good emotions that is the key and the force that's causing the light to appear all of these coveted items.