impotence [Theme] Page 7

When the situation has no control over, remain powerless. Then we call it trust and rest...

He already knew this disgusting condition, a strange mix of powerlessness and apathy with panic alarm, when it seems that I'm dead tired and want to sleep, and should sleep and dream is in my head all sorts of passion, and even if possible for a few minutes to doze off, be sure to dream about some stuff.

... the most terrible anger, the rage of impotence.

... Any extreme situation always provokes squabbles and conflicts. And even worse people feel when they are forced to passively accept the situation, which was not on purpose. Impotence angry. Impotence, coupled with alcohol syndrome, infuriating. Is it because drunk, disappointed in yourself and your life people any worse, and bloodthirsty predator? We all tend to seek the cause of their own blunders and misfortunes in someone else, anxiously preserving their ego. And alcohol, as nothing awakens the dormant in our weaknesses and complexes, pulling off the blinders superficial civility of native natural instincts: selfishness, selfishness, desire to dominate. Man is man only as long as capable of controlling their desires and to keep in check the baser needs.

He just longed to remake the world; and could not; and suffered his own impotence; and understood that he was not given to accept or reject the universe; this is only to accept or reject me, a tiny fragment of the universe.

We are vulnerable to those we love.

Mood always worsens when dealing with people or even with animals like chickens, dogs or pigs that are deprived of vitality.

We're in cowardice and weakness, from birth to the elderly,
Sitting in the corner like cats Basilio, pulled the dark glasses...

Where's my house of sand is unfinished?
He probably could not stand the wind.
Why are we so powerless sometimes
Before his goal in centimeters?

- Asterisk, give me a million, huh? I'll leave, I promise. Sure, I bet. I can not here any more, fed up, exhausted. I will strangle this town. Strangle to death, such a bitch! You just give me a million, okay? And I immediately. The very next day. Or in the evening. Only suit buy to the bath I go...

Why do those who believe,
Anything not strong enough?

His hair rustled on the pillow as he moved to look at the clock. Two hours in the morning. Two days since he buried her. Two eyes looking at the clock, two ears picking up the sound of their lips too two. Two of his hands lay limp on the bed.
He tried to get rid of this obsession - but everything stubbornly split into pairs, claiming the cosmic principle of duality, everything has been leading to the altar of duality.

Strong growls, powerless - screams.

- You scratched my car!
- It already was!
- A liar! Know what I'll do?
What?
- Nothing! I can only moan of impotence, or poison gases through the exhaust pipe!