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In which my suffocation ends. We talked and we talked. We talked so much I began to grow weary of words. But my boyfriend understood me. He understood my feelings and he considered them. We came to a quick agreement that made us both happy. I love him and I would do anything for him and I know he loves me and would do anything for me. In which I am suffocated.

Travel, social justice, art and culture. They all destroy the happiness of a quiet moment. You only become a driven person who is searching for the next kick. You do not stand still anymore to watch the stars. You do not know when the moon is full. When do the cherry trees begin to blossom? The world turns around. You ignore them until it is too late. Who is to blame for all of this? Who does everything right? March 3, 2018.

Интересно ли вам, что подают на пиру воображенья? Странные блюда подают там например, бренди, смешанный с соевым соусом, скорпионов с томатной подливой, живых кроликов, пирог, начиненный невезучим стариком из Перу. Не слишком аппетитно, правда? Не в том ли, что любое из предлагаемых ею блюд совершенно несъедобно? Несъедобно, а. едят! Вот вам Старец, который привык. Как-то, съев двадцать штук,. Стал он зелен, как лук,.