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Constantly there is no time, home repairs,
A whole bunch, and that without a stay, saving up for Reno, do balcony.
New counter, old fillings, soon to graduate.
Mind, then the mind dump, or worse hangout.
Winter tyres, summer tyres, reasons, reasons.
Work, home, home, work, shout you do not shout.
And the circle is closed, shared in the rise, and sleep.
Routine takes in the sight of everyday life in the ring.

He tells me: "Dreams are thoughts unnecessary. Spend yourself on something, not on those. Grow up already!". No! To dream is to think about the future how to draw every necessary detail, how to Vitoldovich happiness from the most ordinary days, life to create a step from the monotony of everyday life... my Dear friend, to dream, please grow up. Because without it, don't fly a single minute.

Live if you really those days that rush past you?
Do you live the days you go through will this song live on long after we do?

the details when: weekday, but longing.
separately it is necessary to isolate the excess
freedom. the window runs the river
the corpses float for a booze,
for rags, to the hookah, to the pub,
where can you hide to hide. the alarm
his bartender and drunk bar
mumbling about crypto-grandmother and rap battle.

And then... reached out... a series of hectic days. My dislike of otherworldly creatures... not diminished. However... unpleasant meeting... alternated with pleasant.

You are ready to go to school?
Michael rolled his eyes, tilting the head back.
- I do, after all the adventures, you will have to go back to a normal human school? I'm still the hero who saved the whole magical world.
I'll let you take a few personal days, but not more, - said Eloise. - You missed a fair number of those.

Time. I'm ready to start.
No matter what. Open
mouth. I can not remain silent.
But it is better to tell me.
What? About the days. about the nights.
Or nothing.
Or about things.
About things, not about
people. They will die.
All. I, too, will die.
It is a fruitless labor.
How to write in the wind.

- Unless they [the routine] is sure to kill love?
- Passion wear out. People are constantly together, and get sick of it. Based on my experience, I can say: if the couple has no children, we have to live apart, must rest. Everyone needs at least a private room. Temporary loneliness is conducive to the maintenance of fire in the family hearth. Anyway, the most vivid feelings turned into friendship, mutual affection, affection that is no less important than love. The husband and wife become accomplices. I advise my young friends to go to a relationship to make concessions, to compromise, and not in a hurry to slam the door. It's too easy.

Not for the dullness of avaricious capital's everyday life
In the shadow of high-rise buildings affects our lives.

It's not everyday are the reason that we are far
At arm's length.

Life is one, it would be silly to waste all of a sudden on weekdays.
It is difficult to understand the Lord, then what are we for people
That breast dreams throw at the stage of foreplay,
just because they do not believe the desire is mutual?

All the days of lying as an offense
Gray Time rusty move.
And the body is constrained by the torpor,
And the heart compressed and the blood is like ice.

Dream of a bright future, I patockova about the dark past and back to grey gloomy weekdays.

They are born and placed in a box; they go home to live in box; teach them ticking boxes, they go to "work" (as they call it) to sit in the box-the box; they drive to the grocery store in a box, buying food in the same box; in the box they get to the gym again to sit in a box; they always say you should think outside the box, "to break out of the box"; and when they die, they are again placed in the box. Everywhere boxes, Euclidian, geometrically precise boxes.