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A random thought in the penultimate month of March ides.

Well do the world agree with all that I’m think
Or
With a choises thing a kinda sorts?
Remember young in old
Today now it’s means.
All possible was that before.
I want cospley remember all or boot lable “goodbye young” now
Without a delays.
Again the discipline (antropology extra deep)
“who created world?:
A. I’m
B. The God
C. Cotovsky”

A next generation they other cuz
The angry Urfin Juce make them 25years.
What you wait from them due to it.

Well in parking that funny inebriater
The classic kinda kind drunker.
He was hiccup say about love me.
Again huccup.
I’m delve on trunk and answer thank for you.

The world answer to me. Very nice but
I wonder then what I may asked from the world.
Yeah the spring.
The drunker in morning walking around cars and hello with each how he look like a teenager fist to fist.
Seem to he was sad add to he was drunk.

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I laughed and said you're already in the morning.
he hiccupped sadly again.

I have three bottles of whiskey in my trunk in my backpack
so I'm generally happy but generally sad too.
and we will not revel in our exquisite sensitivity because it is too rude.
while somewhere in the Indian jungle live wild tourists and indulge in meditative practices, huddling together on retreats and they don't even know or want to know about any wars.
and somewhere in Italy a ripe girl suffers from love. the object of her suffering is a teacher of political sciences, a sultry brunette with long curls, on the basis of which she also draws the conclusion, generally correct, that the world has gone mad. Paris is preparing for a fashion show and a koala has tragically drowned on the New Zealand coast. this is all from the information bulletin - life is boiling.
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today I envy the moderately feral downshifters.
they are scoundrels precisely because they know nothing about anything.
but these parasites talk about meditation, imagine.
they are real scumbags and like any good person I envy them wholeheartedly from my workplace.

yesterday you envied the cashier's ignorance, that's progress.

something's been wrong mr. whiskey for a month now.
we're witnessing the genocide of a proud people,
and the people who attacked them.
well, barricade troops means you get shot in the back if you don't move forward.
but the information environment says everything is fine, you don't have to worry about anything but enlightenment.

eat this dish of crushed chalk.
the tail swap scene in shrek?
sure.
of course I'm a cat in boots, of course not a donkey,
but I'm not sure about anything.

Don't close my lips I've killed more than you've given birth to.
I'll kill you, I love you, it's a hell of a thing
My knife's in my hand, mind you.
Mr. Whiskey, it's a real mess.