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I think I could write a book about life) it will hardly contain a dozen of pages though. In Moscow a man asked if I'd like to buy ('take for donation', bloody hypocrite) a book of Veda. Kinda life rules, I believe. Got my own already; the shorter the book the more likely it's to be read. What am I about ( Read more... ) -
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am okay. At least, I believe to be. Not going to school 2morow, a little bored with. Should have banned some people in case of thoughtfull lonely evening like this. Idea of not associating with anyone seems nice now.
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it's about time to tell fantasy from reality. The latter is what I feel throughout these days. The former is what I used to imagine and tried to enbrighten the life with. Isn't it akin to drugs or something? Definitely don't want to be a drug-addicted man in the broad sense.
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bike helps. When riding can't think anything but the road. Made about a hundred km today across the city. Don't know precisely, however - odo doesn't work. Hope rain will stop the next day, otherwise shall use my finger-wiper. It's color is black it's material is rubber. Comes out that water from outside is better than warmth that results to ( Read more... ) -
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hate myself. Not the first time when my poor mind hurts someone, the closest person this time. And after you're sitting and your excuse is the wrong try and just saying you didn't meant - that hardly changes a bit for you really have done what you done. It's like apologising for hitting someone's eye, which no more exist, and another one is not ( Read more... ) -
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gosh, looked at my posts and realized that for last several months besides popes there are just two tearful personal mood-made notes and some season-made photoes. So let there be another spring followed by - hope - something fresh. With time. For now: spring 2012 as it was.
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