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Sex is an emotion in motion.
Sex is feelings in motion.

The movement pantry life.

I - an unstable particle. I'm not an atom and not a wave. What is an atom? Atom - is the one who sticks out on the spot. In other words, he is stuck deep in the ass.

Not all intelligence is measured by some one reckless act; not everyone can be judged by one particular passion. In our age, the action of material forces almost invincible, they oppress and crush the soul. With alarming rapidity develops and becomes more complex our civilization, diverse and changing forms of social life, in our fragile, refined and perverse imagination extremely diverse and unexpectedly influenced by such factors as roads, Railways, fast trains, post, Telegraph and telephone, Newspapers - in short, all the mechanism available in our society, means of communication and connection. All of this creates a kaleidoscopic diversity, blinding, chaotic phantasmagoria of life that wearies, stuns the brain and heart. Hence a kind of mental fatigue, and every day multiplies the number of its victims - those who suffer from insomnia, melancholy or black just going crazy. The brain of modern man, apparently, still not able to accommodate, sort and store a huge mass of events and experiences that fall daily on it. We live too visible, there's nowhere to hide from the outside world. We have too much to take. Exactly the everlasting wisdom tries to make his way in close to the skull and fit in the limited minds.

"The goal means more than its achievement". How few people who understands it!

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Time goes on. Even when you think that it's impossible. Even when each movement of the second hand of the watch painful like pulsating taps of blood after an injury. It goes smoothly, swaying uncertainly, then runs, then dies, but still continues to go. Even for me.

Life - like driving a Bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.

Sometimes you just need to go and not to stop... When you stop, you don't know what to do.

Movements are like words, and words like love...

The movement became the meaning of life
What will happen - anyway!

No self-respecting Parisienne on Boulevard Saint-Germain will not move the carriageway on the white "Zebra" on green light. Self-respecting Parisian will wait for the dense traffic and rush straight ahead, knowing the risks.

Look how she moves! Like jelly on a spring back and forth, back and forth. Perhaps there is a motor inside or something.