the monotony [Theme] Page 2

The world is the variety of monotony.

In life, some people have the era, with the advent of which they as if protected from all the upheavals and disasters. With the happy days era they begin to trail monotonous, and right over them is disturbed only occasionally minor household accidents.

I participate in some sedentary marathon.
Well there is a receiver in the tape recorder.

All happy days similar to one another, there's nothing you can do about it. This grief is different, and the reasons for it are different every time. Then no money, you health, just longing takes because ahead grief more than happiness. And what is happiness? This is when all there is, but this can be neither more nor less. The same way every time.

It turned out that adults, unlike children, do not know how to play monotonous, never-ending games, and with our Sonoko dates were indistinguishable from one another, like shuffling cards.

All people, men and women, constantly trying to lose his life - a dull, joyless, meaningless lives of their individuals. Forever striving to get rid of it, and there are a thousand different ways. The heat avid gamers and fighters for national revival; monomania misers and perverts, researchers, sectarian and ambitious; compensation psychoses alcoholics, book readers, dreamers, and morphine addicts; hallucinations opium addicts, movie fans and religious rites; epilepsy political idealists and the sex addicts; stupor living in the veronal and exhausting themselves with work.

I read in trams. Read instead of look around. However, to watch it no matter what - everything is the same and again the same. Windows, garages, warehouses, single-storey brick houses, harvesting each other.

Looking into a liquid mirror of puddles
To watch that half-century stand
On to the holes zatselovali flag
I will give my Kingdom for a horse.

The void won't mark milestones. Two empty days merge into one.

Emma was no different from the other mistresses. The charm of novelty gradually subsided, like a garment, revealing the eternal monotony of passion, which has always the same forms and the same language. The similarity in figures of speech overshadowed by too sober person the difference in shades of feelings. He had heard similar phrases from the corrupt and depraved of the mouth and therefore can hardly believe in the sincerity of Emma.

Another day and still the same thing. If somewhere was mistaken, bending the tab.

To adapt, to endure - not to fight.
To resist, to fight, to live.
To be forgotten, alienated to get lost.
To believe, to hope - to dream...
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Tangled thoughts like a restless tangle grandmother's yarn. To get a warm and comfortable sweater is necessary to carefully unwind.

A huge advantage - not to be monotonous.

The same familiar people
All those portraits in the background
And I want a new relationship,
Want new symphonies.