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I love enemies, though not Christian. They amuse me, excite me blood. To be always on the alert to catch every glance, the meaning of each word, to guess intentions, to destroy conspiracies, to pretend to be deceived and suddenly with one push to overturn all enormous and daunting edifice of tricks and ideas, that's what I call life.

He returned to a country where running any boy who had to show courage and resourcefulness: her name - a new life. Wherever he went, he wasn't afraid of anything.

- The main Super Mario is lifelikeness.
"Go on," says Alison, examining her nails. - Oh, my God, why am I listening to?
Or you kill or you.
- And, that's it.
- Time to spare.
- Who would doubt.
And in the end, baby, you're... still... all alone.

[Monstradamus] Maybe that's the point. Not to think out, and to understand that life is a crossroads where you are standing right now. Then the maze will disappear - because it all exists only in our mind, but in reality there is only a simple choice - much further.

We are all in this life asleep. And only Wake up with her by the end.

Whether the word "death" a designation that continuously happens to us in life? Isn't life and dying, and death is its end?

Scratched on the wall: You know what the end life and porn. The only difference between them is that life starts with the orgasm.

We really do invent the tragedy, to somehow fill an empty life.

Imagine immortality, where even a marriage length in half a century will seem like an adventure for one night. Imagine fashion succeed each other rapidly - will not follow. Imagine that every century the world is becoming more and more people, and people are becoming more and more desperate. Imagine how you change religion and work, residency and diet, until they finally lose value. Imagine as you travel around the world from year to year, until you examine it all, every square inch, and he will become bored. Imagine how all your feelings of love and hate, rivalry and victory - again and again and in the end, life turns into an endless soap Opera. Everything is repeated again and again until the birth and death of the people will cease to disturb you and excite like no one cares about the dead flowers that are thrown in the trash.

Have you ever thought that everything you do and what you can do in life, after a hundred years will become meaningless and useless?

This is my life now.

The best way to spend a life in vain - to take notes. The best way to avoid real life - to watch from the sidelines. Look at the details. To prepare the report. Nothing to participate. Let Big Brother singing and dancing you fun. Be a reporter. The Supervisory witness. A man from the appreciative audience.

There are no spirits. When a man dies, he dies. After death there is no life. Death is death. People who claim they see spirits, just attract attention. Want to seem more interesting than they are. People who believe in reincarnation are just postponing real life for later.

Maybe spend the rest of your life hobbling from corner to corner in an empty, lonely apartment, where the walls are shaking from the noise - it's not what I need.