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Here in me lights up a wild desire for strong feelings, the " wow " experience, a furious anger at the dull, shallow, standardized and sterilized life, the furious need to smash something to pieces, the shop, for example, a Cathedral or myself, to make some kind of dashing folly, rip off the wigs with any respectable idols, to supply any rebellious students coveted tickets to Hamburg, defile the girl, or to wring the neck of several members of the bourgeois lifestyle. After all, that's what I hated and cursed irreconcilable than the other, is contentment, is health, this idealism, this blagodarenie the optimism of the bourgeois, that prosperity is just mediocre, normal, average.

The end of another play - again boring, and nothing is found.

- What do we do?
- Okay, look, we treat broken knees, as usual, in the meantime I read a few minds, you charm the ladies and everything goes like clockwork.

Death is stronger than all, but the everyday automatism is stronger than death

- Come on! The whole point of "anything can happen Thursday" is to get out this rut we are stuck!
- Routine? I think you meant to say consistency, if we're going to stop it, then why even call it Thursday? Let's call it "tanica", consisting of 29 hours of 17 minutes in each hour and mark it, sacrificing a goat to the mighty God rut.
- I can go for some goat.

It's a common thing, to be out of line.
Quite a common thing to not be like everyone else.

I still like ordinary people:
young girl
coffee with a sandwich
and search your face in the morning.

Death to normalcy.
Death routine.

Odd, Wake up and don't know what the outcome of this day. 80, 90, 1000 days, no events, accidents... And suddenly you go out in the morning for coffee and a "Hello!"...

How unusual routine, which all of us, the sane people use to walk forward.

In everyday worldly Affairs hard work is able to do what the genius is capable, and in addition, a lot of things that a genius can not do it.

Life and marriage killer romance...

My life sometimes seems so petty. I spend my life thinking about the washing powder and products or how to get rid of stains on the upholstery. This is not the life I imagined, but sometimes I look around and realize I'm happy!

Random encounter is an adventure in miniature, always saves the temptation of the unknown, attracts a deviation from nezhnoi of the rut of routine.