hopelessness [Theme] Page 4

Covered in hope and vaseline,
Still cannot fix this broken machine,
Watching the hole it used to be mine,
Just watching it burn in my steady systematic decline
Of the trust I will betray.
Give it to me, I throw it away.
In hope and vaseline
I can't fix this broken machine,
Looking at the hole that once was mine,
Just looking how it burns in my consistent, systematic loss
Faith that I will deliver.
Give it to me, and I'll swing.

God, what a fool.
I might even think that you can compete with someone like you.
With your flawless beauty.
Endless.
Immortal.

November.
I guess I should be happy. Why is it wrong? I have a beautiful daughter. I think it is. I know what it is. Why I can't look at it without a shudder? I used to have a loving husband, wonderful, gentle. And now I see only a stranger that does not care about anything but his paintings. You may think them makes sense... It's so stupid. Before me at least the music helped. Now - no.

Their world was a closed world. Maybe that's why they crashed - because they are not left where to go?

The desire to achieve something is gone, the whole life of people has become a Paradise for the barren flowers.

We have reduced inflation at the cost of impoverishing people. This position, which is recognized even by MS Nabiullina. <...> Hopelessness is what destroys the nerves of even the most stable and the most peaceful of people. If we will not change the socio-economic policy of stabilization "at the cemetery" to development, <...> the public mind will continue to deteriorate.

Sometimes you just fall to the bottom of terror, bully paws - and still does not die.

I was short of breath. Thousands of things had now to say ten words.

The glue itself ad
I need the maiden's caress,
And stand on Central Avenue
Will build the girls eyes.
Dude, Oleg, conservative gentillesse.
Take it to him at night, he will delight your dumpling.

Only surrender, and everything else followed. It's like swimming against the current - no matter how we try, it'll take you back, and you suddenly decide to turn and go with the flow and not fight it.
Nothing had changed except your own attitude: what will be, will be.

We chanted as a child: "do Not go over garages, as long as alive
There's nothing but dirt and horse corpse eating bums.
There are rules of decadence and degeneration in a network having lived
Drive your drunk rams". It is a portal into a hotbed of evil and lies!
Where the hell's ritual - lit the fire a sinister Grimoire.
And the souls of the wicked swallow mouths of fire iguanas.
You'll lose yourself in the arms of prostitutes prozhennye.
And so we grew, and somehow everything was suddenly there.

Sometimes people get tired of running <...> the World is very small when there is nowhere to go.

I struggled, trying to achieve more. But my life turned into hell.

Ah, to escape would be to disappear would be like a thief,
In Africa, as before, as then,
To go under the Royal sycamore
And did not rise never.