Singer: Sergei Minayev. Page 5

It's a shame to lose money, but even more painful to lose the person once considered a friend and now disintegrating before your eyes in rotten meat.

I catch myself thinking that he looked a very crappy movie. With a terrible script, and absolutely devoid of meaning. My only desire is to take the disk back to the rental and tell all their friends that they never seen it. Only one problem: the main character of this whole govnosayt - Y. It's disgusting, disgusting, scary to tremble at the knees. But the way it is.

To what extent should society degrade for some hundred years. If people used to solve global task - to take place in this life, then today their prepreparatory solve the problem of how to get to this club and to be held tonight. If at the beginning of the last century a community hero was a boy who stood at the origins of the revolution - Pavel Korchagin, today it was replaced by the boy standing at the entrance of the night club - the Pasha fejskontrol. He is being interviewed, he lighten up, says something stupid and gives advice on how to become a complete idiot. He, the Pasha fejskontrol, the true master of thoughts. After all, this night guard decides get you in the end in the world of mummies of sufficiently close have you gotten to him yet or not.
But the worst thing is not its existence. But the existence of that audience that is willing to read his nonsense, take as a guide to action his advice and volunteered to become mummies.

This season, however, as in the previous year, in Moscow it is fashionable to portray that you have every day is Sunday. And it seems that time has stopped and will always be summer. Even in the winter. And happiness will never end. Everyone drinks a cocktail of fun in half with longing. Confident that this party will never end...

Indeed, the Shawarma - it's sushi for the poor. Quick, hearty and inexpensive.

Depression is the fourth "D" here did not say. Feared, and from which fled, not wanting to admit its existence. She's here everywhere. In a Cup of coffee, a plate of carpaccio, in the girl with a gray face, in the neon sign above the bar, a waiter who walks down the hall, as on hinges, that man emerged from the toilet and rubbing his nose. It is not just in the air. The air itself is based on it. It is the basis of everything.
Mummy trying to get rid of it. Doing all these unbelievable party, buy gorgeous things for unbelievable money (which, as seen above, do not have purchasing power, but rather symbolic), the same change your lovers and mistresses - mummies. Try to go crazy, which is also almost gone.
Here all along so fed up that I want to run, but nowhere else. The range of displacements is limited to the area of mummies. All these resemble one another salons, shops, clubs and restaurants. Littered with the same magazines and the same visitors. You would be happy to talk to people, but they don't understand, and those that understand themselves almost mummy.
Do area. The length of your sentence here is not known. You here no one planted, you just chose your way. The reverse is not expected. Left to wait patiently when exhausted your physical shell and all the stops. The only issue that you sometimes tormented: who is the head area that controls it all? Who drives the processes and selects the characters that you want to emulate?
Sometimes you come to the conclusion that this boss is you. Although it would be better to answer it in another way: everyone here lives in a vault built by himself. Everyone chooses his heroes and is chief. And all the crypts and the characters are the same for all, because mummies can't be different. Mummies are United by a common space. A common religion. It is called lack of spirituality.

Of course, it is much easier to roll up the inner emptiness dress code and sit with mummy in a cafe "Pyramid" or bar "Ramses", looking at the photos party people, than to live a human life, with its challenges, victories and defeats. Every person has a purpose in life. In the world of mummies, it is not. As there is, indeed, of life itself. There is only existence in the atmosphere of emptiness.

I'm very tired to fight with boredom, tired of aimless partying, empty friends and Basmanova weekend. I just really need to believe. And I just wish there was someone who could tell me that everything really changed for the better... I really wish this was the moment when I no longer want to hide their emotions.

You know, sometimes I think you just need to calm down and stop trying to do stupid things. Just look around and see that you are surrounded by so much love and you just don't want to notice it. And sometimes I'm really scared for you. In fact, you're very good, just playing at being a cynic. And you don't need any mask, you just need to give yourself a shake, and all will be well. Just trust that all will be very good.

Moscow similar to the one big firm that doesn't allow access to porn sites, however, all Jack off with at lunchtime, agreeing with the system administrator.

The situation is not a whore, bought for three hundred dollars. It's either there or not.

What do you do? Interested in what I feel when I go to look for winter boots? It "view" because "buy" is sometime... maybe... later.

The greatest achievement of the twenty-first century were the cowardice, hypocrisy, and fear of public opinion.

She made you helpless, on the contrary, it has made you more vulnerable. Atrofia ideals and the ability to enjoy the little things.