Character: Gem
We perceive only ourselves, and because of that love sensation, yeah, of course... But isn't that better than living in a musty feelings of the era that we do not fit? We are fascinated by the speed, not duration. We are disciplined to perfection, but because we love bouncy, playful, shimmering, uncertain, dancing, love juggling all of the concepts, a delicate balance over the abyss, love is unpredictable, unreasonable, violent, and banal, too, but with fine delicate shiver of awareness - how wonderful to be primitive, banal with all my heart, how we love, unsentimental, to be sentimental, beyond measure...
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MegaMozg 16-01-2017 / 09:27
How insignificant, in fact, all the words. People just drape them indifferent to each other...
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MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 02:25
What is surprising are all alive, she thought, is simply breathtaking. Again and again speechless. How much beauty that is called details. Probably people alive already dead, if not able to be moved to the core when in the wilds of confusing desires and thoughts suddenly opened such that an opening of bliss... when the stormy traffic on the road the heart suddenly stops, but in the space suddenly found so much the glow of colored vials, the tenet of trapdoor spiders in the morning frost, Golden-green elytra of beetles.
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MegaMozg 05-01-2017 / 22:32
Here are all the meetings with the aching sadness was thinking of Gem, greetings from darkness to darkness... slide past each other... maybe a wave of the hand on the deck... goodbye forever... I think the lights really close, but they are already beginning to depart from each other. And soon each is alone once more on their way.
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MegaMozg 05-01-2017 / 22:31
Feel free to look. These tears are not mine. As often happens when I see something like that down, or when something touches me inside and the door opens silently and I am distracted or lost in thought listening - then are causeless tears, about which I know nothing.
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MegaMozg 01-01-2017 / 13:38
Speech and thought belonged to the man. A woman is born from silence. She lives in a strange land and only learned the local language; her native he never was. She involuntarily puts his secret in the concept that are inconsistent with its essence, for it belongs to the man. She is trying to communicate - and always in vain. Ever the man can not understand it.
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MegaMozg 01-01-2017 / 13:34
