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Work from nine to six, where you're nobody,
Then the car, subway, home bundle accounts.
Don't know how, but it's not exactly.

Only here is a man who flew on a dragon, can not live according to the Palace Rituals.
Die.

I do not understand the current casual wear. I for 50-60, then know how to dress. What is this daily? Well, have you seen this? "But I'm comfortable! I don't care what others, I'm comfortable!" But I am uncomfortable from your convenient!

- What happened to the lover?
He didn't want to stay for the sake of living things: cooking, disease mood any more over stupid series.

- Today is a good day to die.
- You always say that.
That's the way it is.

To escape from everyday dullness, we need to constantly develop.

The miracles of everyday life exciting. No Director can arrange the unexpected that awaits you outside.

Every day is a gift, and gifts should be received with gratitude, appreciate. And even if it seems that nothing significant happened, this lack of mind or voiced or voiceless heart. Empty days do not happen in life. Exactly. Except that the people who looks and sees, hears and not hears. The man attentive to himself and to the world the important events happen every day - even in the shower.

Our thinking is horribly maimed everyday practice with its clear requirements, need for quick decisions, habits. Things, after a mysterious ten-fold repetition lose all the mystique, but not at all clarified.

While the youthful dream of a perfect family torn larvae crawl away from the soul, I walk the streets and peer into shop Windows, seeing them so sought once. Here she is, this perfect family. Grins bleached to the reflectivity of the teeth, spreads a thick layer of happiness through the wet advertisement stands, winks at pretty faces of random passers-by. And my teeth are yellow, upper the decay has grown to the size of the latrine pit and smells exactly the same, the face swollen, gray, rough, health, limping on both legs and stumbles to life's turns. And again slips a crazy thought: here they are, the sellers of human happiness, traders my unfulfilled dreams.

Usually in silence, in the lonely silence, the loudest scream our thoughts that we so carefully try to hide in the noise of everyday life.

Are you happy, darling wife, tell me? Why I notice in your eyes a sadness and fatigue? You know, you just want happiness, and I go to work, so you could go to the sea, you long ago I want the sea. I go to work, day after day, leaving you alone in the confusion of problems and worries that you have learned to keep quiet so as not to spoil the short time allotted to us to be alone. But sometimes, I get very scared that in the long-awaited sea will eventually come to two foreign and unfamiliar to each other person.

Life I have all the time everyday, but there are moments when I feel even trash.

I'm not interested in casual boring talk, the observance of decorum, courtesy and beautiful clothes. Those who don't like my appearance and my home, never came close to me, and it suits me. My world - the sky, wondrous and night.