protest [Theme] Page 8

The habit of free rustic air makes me protest against the narrowness and stuffiness.

They decided once and for all to think about all the opposite. Type, and who decided that when the sun is good and rain is bad? They decided that everything should be Vice versa, and say "ugh, how disgusting" when the sun shines and "Oh how nice" when it's raining. And all think the opposite, you know? We ugly dress, and we will listen to bad music. There is one Anna, she is homosexual. She doesn't like men because they like all the rest. So she didn't.

All of this - the noisy protests of the enslaved micro-organisms that squirm and hiss, protecting the inviolability of their sacred homeland, laboratory, glass plate.

For me, the protest is Puritanism, a nice house and no tattoos.

To see and hear how to lie and call you a fool because you tolerate the lies, to endure insults, humiliation, did not dare to declare openly that you're on the side of honest, free people, and to lie, to smile, and all this for a piece of bread, because of the warm corner, because some chinesca, which worthless, no longer live so it is impossible!

If you are given ruled paper, write crosswise.