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-Nie zrozumiesz sedna, nie połapiesz się o co chodzi. Ani dziś, ani w jutrze, a nawet w wieczności.
Popijam soczek kosztując ciasteczka losu, które prowadzą me somewhere, where he probably does not want to go. Again, the path on my way up was opening, and both are tempting me to punish the two different landscapes. No, I will not be able to return. I must make a choice now. When wdreptam already on a path, I will have to follow it to the end, even the end of the world.
- Whore! -speaks head .- Well, now which way? -stops and sit on a boulder.
cold, heartless, a stranger. And the stone beneath me, and I in his body. To choose well, you first need to understand himself ...
-O fuck I'm saying? But why all this shit? -standard question .- Was it not that it is often used to span the imbeciles various sorts, and then I reached the same, magic finding, "and what it was you idiot?" Pompey I'm born and now cover the effects of my soul and mind pięciocentymetrowym dust. This can be a deuce (not knowing which way to go, by my ill indecision), and successive morons passing this place on his journey, will be watching my body pylastemu with delight. Apparently surprised with what nature is able to slice it tricks. Maybe some of them will envy me? "What a beauty ..." - Find.
And here a little, like a ghost, jumped up against me, the grass frog.
-Pompejuszu, stand up to the task, stay optimistic swallow the moon. Remember that consuming a half-strangers. -she said, then added .- Yes, I know it's sad, but I can not help that I can only see one side of this false romantic elipsowatego cakes in the sky.
-When the day comes, the stars are collapsing water and drown in the water hollow braids plotąc destination. So my way is not the top down for? Is not it written that I'll follow with specific tracks? -noticed when considering one of the earlier talks, which had already taken place in my life.
-Going, going throughout their lives. You know what you want.
-Who am I? Master of the situation, or a pawn on the chessboard of God?
-spill red ink palette, right on the cover paintings. It is true, the dream and the fate of its hazy, but paint what otoczyłoby you. You will now be able to delight and will be in the rapture.
-Yes, unless the intoxication of moral ... But what does it mean chadzać drunk with happiness? So ot eternally happy person is always drunk? Heaves, is alien to him a rational understanding of the issues different weights?
-Hmmm ... -frog replied.
-pessimism Well my dear, bathed in death, is a sober look, and outstripped the success. A less salty and failure, without undue bitterness, collapse and stupidity. There is a simple way and has a huge wyboistości. Darker nights, samotniejsze and magic! A man without a soul in his foreign, soberly looks at the world and delves far the truth .. Truth, which did not reach the mind or the life or after life, just like reasoning with them in death. End of the debasement of the soul!
-pessimism But what if you do what you love?
-after all, you can stick a tumor in doing good for themselves, others or the public. A tumor must be applied something cold that was not so visible. For example, cold meat, say bacon.
-But is not that terrible conviction for a small child when you imagine yourself that fat is "done" with a small elephant? When you do what you love, after you become a kid and you look at it like a child. -zreflektowała frog.
Not knowing what to answer went further ...
-the way to eat bacon this is weird. Got her eyebrows and touch your hair. Phew!
-Ahem ... Excuse me, but I think that fat was probably in the bag ...

***

God has called me and talked to me. This sentence in the eyes of the legions might seem heresy. But they do not know exactly what I mean. It seemed to me that I'm close to nothingness. Bouncing off the white walls echoed in the brain have already welcomed me to their construction.

"Upstrzyjmy walls with scenes from all sorts of nightmares and wylejmy aversion to himself." - nothing more wrong.

head obscured, damaged, broken ... I was flabbergasted. And a few days earlier. He called God and told me to do something, something that will be my strength. Therefore, scattered through the streets of indigestible by the black-winged birds are good. Lit the sun. And despite a few drops of the court, which were caused by weather, warmed up. In the company of very close friends and those further, and even those who would think that about me now do not remember, I spent a mystical evening. Total ignited all of our lights, joint forces. And even in the late evening sun began to shine.

PS: For all thank you very much. And in particular to the three wonderful people.

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Humanity

my brain. Alighted at the bus stop and decided to relax on the road, waiting for the same number bus from which it got out. I just got tired. Weekly conglomeration of positive impressions has become too heavy, almost overwhelming. And boredom has become the past. And in some aspects of the past became the present, and certainly I'm not talking about my own person. The past comes by each of us. He sees the errors? Their selfish, uncontrollable thoughts in our heads driven by the everyday, alcohols, spoil. But the time for rehabilitation! Time to regenerate dead cells, which begin at us, blinking and slowly working. Losing someone close to them, situations, important to our bloodstream-circulating clockwise, popularly called the heart, we see the validity of, giving meaning to our existence. The time of salvation, redemption, redress popsutego mechanism.

*** Sometimes you have to say is what lies at the heart of man, my heart just one thing, it would be a shame if it failed suddenly exploded. Do it to feel better. I and most of all when we thought billow in the narrow minds. Without fear, zastanowień. God, I am after all only a worm, which can be crushed the second, bigger and seemingly obrzydliwszego bug. Zeżre on me with his huge claws rozłupie chitinous carapace, and nothing will remain of me when my wessie protein interior. The best student is the second, a loved one. Its quality problems can kill, and nothing meaningful words when embarks that its assistance is minimal, it is almost the reverse proportion. Because sometimes it's that we listen to and accept our cries in the sleeve, it may be beneficial. It is almost heroic protagonist at the threshold of our pupils.

***

What I spilled the hall? Awareness of the man who in just over four years in August. It may seem impossible, but the talks. She had already seriousness and shares with you his views about death. Although we may not even consciously aware of the fact of mortality. Well, because I like to tell your child that is "bad death" . And this can be successful. Through the cartoons, animated fabrication of pure manifestation of one's intelligence. My nephew showed me this. Bajka Kiwi! "in which pet lose their lives for the important matter. It may seem silly, but realizes his most important dream. Tears shed during its execution, the tears of happiness, and awareness of the coming end? Freedom of interpretation even desirable.

***

Try me. Of things unknown, and how the human, because human-created. Try me more if I'm wrong for you a figment of human existence, or good. Try me for his own satisfaction. Have only one life, yet you have only one chance. But I also choose wisely. Everything and so do not try it!

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Light Duty

stole a piece of the sky and created my own. Not looking at the wickedness of days, I found that today would be different. I was, maybe because I had no time to stop, breathe fresh air. Lack of time. Activities absorbed all the sweat, until he stood and stopped running the globe for several hours. It is hard for me to move back into the circulation of all this, and I'm sure that I am unable to do anything today. Rozleniwił me this little piece a few hours, without the requirement of freedom. Although Should podziałać today. Although I feel anxious and I know the consequences that can have dire consequences later. Milner, which is quite niepodobnie to me, the lights in the dark and long tunnel. And I see the light. It speaks to me. He says everything I left biegom events that somehow it will.
-Leave all that somehow it will. The world will fall after a while the rhythmic flow. Again. And if you stayed longer, and are you in this heavenly, after what you have to spoil it?
-Because fear is stronger ...
-Do you feel like, even materials to create "something." And nothing you can do nothing.
-God could! -throw away angrily.
-Yeah, right. But He was not good, so he began to work.
"But I'm also not the end. As if I did not feel like myself.
-You know what? -smiled at me, red LED .- Come on! My advice? FUCK THAT!
And I was tempted ...

***

-Mommy, what is chaos?

-Chaos is when in your room are everywhere on the floor of the toy and you can not go no stumbling for them.

-This is why God has done something out of chaos?

-Because chaos is also sitting on. For me, these toys are scattered about, and do you think are ranked in a practical and logical way that is effective in the game ...

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days

made a pact with the devil, because the same together. I made him read a boring article, or a dull chapter in the book. Now I do not remember exactly when ... I do not remember exactly how. It was thought a moment. And now word reaches my ears, " Think ten times before you speak or write ." I'm trying to think. Even now I wonder how it all put in words that do not offend someone by accident.

***

Every morning waking up and after the morning toilet, dress her body. And then the whole day trying to fit their words into deeds. Sometimes I can not, I lack the strength for any action. Sometimes it happens that I choose "lesser evil in the afternoon." Lots of teeth, with all his strength to not do something, do not tell, do not make the gesture. But I'm not always consistent. Naturally, because of this then I have to blame yourself, but do not kid yourself. Nobody is perfect.

When I think about their life experiences, I'm happy as. I regret a few pranks, but I have no influence on it. With some things you can not fight, even by force, and what happened, it can not be undone. But if I had the opportunity and awareness of the events is, therefore, would try to make a difference.

sometimes regret that I am aware fully of those whom I know in the middle, and those I know in the middle, I do not know a whole. Completely change our world, when we know someone more. At least in my case. Otherwise, I look at this person, than when they were just friends at "hello" and altogether meaningless chatter on the street. Without any familiarity with equanimity, there was a door, and I did not interfere in her life and did not play any important role in the hardships of everyday life. Knowing too the other person, allow yourself a bit more in relation to it, we are daring and sometimes silly. We are doing things which do not even come to mind that you can hurt someone. I guess that after the fact.

so I went back to the roots of his childhood, where everything I was indifferent, and the friend called every one who was my playmate. I went back to the root, where there were no major issues, problems or worries, and frustration associated with the fact that only a lack of funds for a lollipop. I went back there because of the music we know from childhood. Afflicted me, and my head will show video and slide show of memories from a variety of situations which are for us the magic, if you are a child. It's strange, but I do not remember many games with podwórkowymi colleagues. And if now, I can list them on the fingers of one hand. Morning to build the shelter in the nearby woods, an afternoon run in the bushes, where he was part of the police, and some refugees and evening play hide and seek.

remember more situations where I was alone, where my only companion was my own, unbridled fantasy. Then there's the music that is causing this sudden return to the distant, somewhere deeply buried long ago memories in my subconscious.

***

Thanks for the memories the music listened to by my sister;

Lady Pank - Mała War

Lady Pank - To Kill Fear

Lady Pank - Sorcerer

Lady Pank - Cloud

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Devil Made Me Do It

After a scandalous victory

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United Over interpretation - Manipulation

Human morality began to disappear under mysterious circumstances. The police became more helpless and useless than usual, in an abandoned building itself at home with some the devil his minions. Amazing and outstanding intellect. Just a little lost in our time. We met at the cinema. Yes, if I remember correctly, it was a cinema.

Ah, what a movie. Black and white film? No, trashy, without a moral, sense, upload ... Cinema, for it became more and more lives. But the actors diminished. I did not think I could ever stand up, look out the window and say "whore where are all these people?". And I know I'll never do, because I had no opportunity, because they always will be, because I can no longer, because the world produces people. Not so expected was for me a scenario, no! I played a bit more turbulent role.

***

Satan sat in the company of demonic półżaby-półryby with prominent lips, a stone Gargoyle with too broad smile, L. and me. Satan sat and smoked a cigar. He sat on the heavily used, a clear red sofa, which przytaszczył here from the dustbin of kozłowilkiem człowiekosłoń that the site had abdominal translucent-blue liquid. The liquid can be was to look ahead and I could see what is on the other side, the kozłowilkiem.
We were in an abandoned building on the third floor. I do not know exactly what was here twenty years ago, but when I gaze on the plaster (the walls, because it was a lot of it on the floor), it seemed that he cries out to heaven for vengeance, and then like it for fun, and kind of pretty seriously fall off.
-Why zapuściłeś beard? -asked me tight gray-haired devil.
-By resemble Baphometha.
-Oh. -skwitował response , getting smoke in their evil lung .- And why have cut it?
-As people began to confuse me with him. -I said firmly.
-This is interesting ... Puff! -old man began to scream.
the next room through the door looked in. kozłowilk. Gibala the fun with everyone, even the slightest movement, a forward, then backward, and occasionally, but selectively on the sides.
"Yes sir? -asked in the doorway, not daring to continue to stick its snout koźlego.
-Bring me what he wrote our poet.
-poet? -sneered .- Here you have a poet? And by the way is a strange name "Ptyś." -noticed.
-What, you do not like? I really like. -eyes flashed .- Yes, we have a poet ...
-Who is like? Forgive me my boldness, but I would not call "Puff pastry" form of his appearance and manners.
-toy. convenient, "said Satan .- rozsiadając the toy is a poet.
-czlowiekosłoń Like this? Forgive me, but somehow I do not see.
-Do not talk about it anyway. It is very touchy on this point. I had to find him a new job, because he felt useless and fell into depression advised of melancholy. And besides, it is terribly zakompleksiony on the point of his appearance, so please do not talk about it, "człowiekosłoń" because they were offended. At least not in his presence. And as for kozłowilka, that is, Avian, -rehabilitated his speech in the hope that he heard as a servant called him .- is true, sometimes tedious, and not in the best of his manners. Despite this, I think that is charming.
After a moment came Ptyś taszcząc inside with a big roll of toilet paper and it podawszy Satan bowed, then walked out.
-Read! -old man developed a paper before me.

***

When I finished the view even the smallest scrap of paper, I looked into the eyes of Satan, in which children appeared gleam of hope.
-truth that interesting?
-really, just that I'm afraid that I do not understand. In this paper, not a single word. Neither one of the letters. Even the dots, nothing.
-That's it! But it was my turn, I'm afraid that despite the lack of content, which is just a detail, then read a poem from the end ...
-Not content to detail? -interjected.
-small and insignificant. I do not interrupt. Browse the paper started from the end, that is, where is broken, and not since the beginning of the roll. Believe me, a lot of changes.
-For me it's not changing. -stated .- And what is supposed to be the "poem"?
-Not what, but about whom.
-Okay! -annoyed with .- About who?
-O Jesus.
-still do not understand.
-Jesus could be anyone of us. Carry her a long life, until his death. And it reflects a broken piece of paper.
-So you say that I, you, L., kozłowilk ...
-Ptyś.
-Okay, let it be Ptyś, we could be Jesus?
-I say more. Each of us is there. Himself and his own world out in our heads we save, and for others we Poncjuszami Piłatami.
-right, but it is said that Pilate did not want the death of Jesus. -noticed.
-As he stood him up.
-Namely?
-Do you remember the scene where Pilate, after a conversation with Jesus, says he sees no fault in it? Then he washes his hands. He saves his own world and a sense of morality. It is crowd chanting "Crucify", and Pilate is a pawn in this moment.
-Selects the lesser evil?
-so that people do not oppose the power of Caesar, and to avoid unrest and to maintain his post. Saved again.
-No well. -I tried to understand .- And so with Judas? Jesus knew from the beginning that it will issue and how to end. Does this mean that Judas was a pawn in the hands of Jesus?
-Exactly. Pilate Jesus became for him.
roll of toilet paper has become meaningless. I started at the end to see included on the poem, and indeed at this point the lack of any words, just a tiny steel szczególikiem.
-invite you for dinner. -old said after a while .- L. too can come. Only by God, according Dress! And now, excuse me, I have something to do.
Satan stood up to us to say goodbye. Przewalił eyes around the room and mlasnął loud.
-I almost forgot, please read this. -added extending his hand toward me with an envelope, which could see the image of a butterfly .- This is another poem Pluszowo. This already has the words. I hope Discuss it over dinner. Be a 19th Just do not spóźnijcie.

***

When we arrived the building was already dark. We walked up the stairs to the third floor, stumbling incessantly about empty cans sprays, cluttering up the walls and rubbish pieces of various sorts. Reached the 19th hour From the room next door creaked and gave something to see the light that once was stronger, and then suddenly diminished to shine again in a moment even more than before. My first thought was, "-Something is on fire! ." This was indicated by crackling, light and smell of burning. Fortunately, or unfortunately too (do not judge me), that did not happen. When approached the threshold, she us Welcome demonic półżaba-półryba.

spóźniliście not -up! Master of ceremonies will be delighted. and screeching, "she said proudly, lifting the head.

For such a strange monster, a cross between a frog fish, was quite high. She was about half a meter. Her gait was also specific. Crawled over the floor, leaving behind traces of water or a wet slime of a rotting smell of herring. Then the smell no longer felt. A man accustomed to after some fifteen, well, maybe twenty minutes.

-this way. clumsily paw-pointed, directing us to a room whose entrance effectively obscured.

-Mkhm ... -grunted L. - So sorry, we wanted to go.

creature was confused and if pondered over what to do now. In the end, stepped aside, so that we can freely enter.

Room lengthened indefinitely, and with it the age table placed at its center. At the table were hundreds of thousands of chairs. What some five steps were set on the table candlesticks. Were tripods, and each of them, presented a variety of biblical scenes. Job recognized without a problem, or of Cain killing his brother.

I know what sounds seemed to crash. He was an old gramophone, reproducing a CD with the sounds of crackling and blazing fire. I looked at the ceiling, but I could not see it. Instead, the walls were stretching endlessly to the mountains. So it seemed, because most of two meters, the walls disappear into the darkness. This could be scary for some other people who are on our site, but not for me and L. Just as we've seen a lot of quirks to worry about the unnatural and the prevailing peace in the mood.

stood looking at the left and right. One table and the other side, went as far as the eye.

-No, we are in now?

-L. I do not know about you, in which would you go?

-Tam. -pointed gaze to the right.

-this way. -ordered the stone gargoyle from being a grin .- Master is at the top of the table.

Gargoyle probably have to grow from the earth, because we did not notice it when we went Ł inside.

-the top? And where is a mind? -asked, slightly bored and impatient L.

-No there ... I mean right. -friendly creature said .- I see that zignorowaliście request of the master and not you used to create suits ...

gargoyle seemed to upset. Lowered his head and stared for a moment senselessly the floor.

"But that's okay ... -raised his head joyfully .- this we will soon.

-We will, like how?

L.

looked at his eyes searching for answers. On the other hand wybałuszając your eyeballs on me, made it clear that he also has no idea "how?".
-We will, we will. Easy. Wait here, I'll call a tailor.

-No nice! Apart from that, here are a poet, it's still a tailor. -said.

But this probably does not hear, because he ran as the forces in the legs to the second room, from which we came.

-O whore! Poet ... I forgot the envelope with the poem. I left it on the table at home.

This was what I feared most. Demonic półżaba-półryba with prominent smile, turned out to be a tailor. She came to us from the subway and started to measure the measurer. He helped her in this gargoyle. We measured the span of your arms, height, and do not know why, even the length of the thumb. Of course, all meticulously taking notes. Or so it would seem, but only seemed, as I glanced at her notes. There was neither a quarter of the number or anything even though it may resemble. Written only;

"If you like cheese ... you must be a wolf.

Yes, wolves like cheese. Especially the one with the toast.

Toasted tasty anytime,

but the ship into the virgin Amazon

sinking whale has sailed. "

creatures came a moment and returned carrying two suits.

-should fit like a glove. Przymierzcie. And these clothes leave here. -pointed us to a chair.

We looked at each other, and L. decided to execute the command. Suits actually fit perfectly. They were not too tight nor too wide, too long or too short.

-No, and now me.

We went a step for the gargoyles. After about thirty minutes of brisk walking, is jaded. We were already very late. I knew it was me and Ł also seemed just fine with this fact. Only through their overly broad smile did not lose the spirit and seemed to be optimistic. Merrily humming a tune.
-I guess we're late. -noticed?
-What? -gargoyle stopped .- Oh, no, no! Please look at my watch. It is still 18:55.
glanced at his watch. Indeed.
-But how is this possible? After marching a good half hour longer.
-Tu Time is not flowing as it should be loved to swim. Here comes sometimes not even swim. And at this point flow is not on your favor, because unless you do not want to be late?
-No, not, of course. -I said anything, so long only shut .- I have for you one more question.
-Sure.
-left an envelope on your master at home. Sometimes you do not have a copy of this poem Pluszowo?
-No, but you have it. Put your hand into the inner coat pocket.
was there ... I do not even want to ask where he came from there, because probably for the next five minutes I'd have to listen to the answers. Without thinking much sat in a chair and opened the envelope.

"Thirty pieces of silver, in exchange, as a sacrifice.
Thirty took for his life, he thought in good faith.
with panniers full of death, buzzing coins,
walked arm in arm with the other sluts - women.
He walked and walked like a drink after a hearty,
waved panniers full of gold in its ephemeral frasunku.
other clever eye, golden rządne report,
urged him to sell the dagger in the heart as a gift.
But Judas he had no heart gentleman
dagger instead of the heart, drove up in his bones.
I struggled with the attacker, and beat him in the face.
Everything looked allegedly rape,
ugly passer until he dreamed.
-Why do you attack me, me Judas rich.
What -rich, rather buck.
Let me go, because I have the snot.
-Cozze for the buck? Let the robber says expired!
leg-piece has already lost me, sir.
So let , because it is not right.
pig in shit during the fighting, after all no wading.
-Jam, after all no man, not a pig nor human.
Jam ordinary man, greedy beast.
man Just say, say what you know soon.
-Why do not you forgive me that I spółchwale,
but I will say this for the common salt we praise;
you are a moron pędzonym through life.
world says yes, but a bit hidden. "

When I looked, we were at the end of the table, and its top sat the devil dressed in full evening dress.
-Well, exactly. -said with a joyous smile .- I see that you have read the poem Pluszaczka ...
Yes, as you can see ...
-Well, what I say about this? Or not ... First pabulum! -Satan stood up and started yelling .- Ptyś! Do not make guests die of starvation!
Ptyś began to endure various types of food. From the traditional Polish stew, to the oriental snacks, type of fish fugu. Ł sat next to me after left, guessing that I will lead a conversation with gray. They have brought us a variety of crockery and cutlery. We looked at devil.
-Eat, eat.
Why the hell he does not it? I wondered for a moment. I rejected this idea not too long, wondering what could be the reason because I began to hear exactly how my stomach says, almost human voice. Cries out for the slightest morsel of all sorts of delights. I began to have strange feeling that the candlestick flock of Noah from the ark, I carefully watching.
-Well, what you tell me about the work Pluszowo? -old man repeated the question.
-Lyrically knocked me. -stated obgryzając golden chicken wings .- But he admits, a lot of irony in this "work". Judas is almost human.
-Human say? What is this humanity is supposed to be revealed?
-As in what? The imperfection, sinfulness. Errs, lead to the sluts, take care of your own ass ... It's very human. That's selfishness, lays down all the people. And it commits errors. Perhaps when he learns what the world thinks of him, he regrets his request. Probably not want to hear the truth because the truth is usually bitter sometimes. And he prefers to be human, hypocritical. Prefer to live in the belief that it is almost idol, titanium.
-Hmmm ... So you think that all humans are evil?
-Yes. People are angry and will be even worse.
-And you? Why are you angry? -Satan saddened.
-order not to be an angel. Good in its pure form is only for angels, because they only have a total identification of good and evil. With the rest, What I will I will speak, yet you are the fallen ...
-Continue, that's interesting.
-My goodness, that is something good for me, there must be someone else's good. My goodness can cause someone harm. And of course I have a good notion of the sinful. Good for me may be forbidden, and some really bad things, harmful. But you know the Eden ...
-Co, Adam and Eve, right? You drink to that?
-Yes, the tree tempter ... One would like to fix humanity and people.
-just that they can not be repaired. -faced We glacial eyes .- are defect to such an extent as to be rotting from the inside. Kipi sinfulness and are worthy of hell like nobody else. The problem, however, that even hell at this point is for them to be good.
-May I ask why are you here?
-Why? -burst out laughing .- only now just to get back there, I come from. And now it's time for prom!
everywhere, from the walls, the floor, from the darkness above their heads began to Come out people. Dead people. All those who disappeared under mysterious circumstances, by sin ... All dressed in gallium, in a perfectly matching suits and dresses ball.
-What do you mean? -looked confused at the devil.
-To all those who are niereformowalni. To all those who are my ticket to a place that you would call home.
-Need their souls to get back to hell?
-needed their souls, to get here.
L. and I looked at each other in amazement.
-No, I understand. Ł-moaned-
They were saved. Expelled them from hell. But now I'll be needed for the last ritual. To return to his world, I must die at the same time as the two living creatures that are key.
-And what we are supposed to help you? I like how? -asked.
-They are my ticket home. You have a good time taking your life.
-We simply have to kill? An animal?
-Man. I made a pact. I came to the people to turn them, but it is not feasible, therefore, to return, I have to sacrifice human life. These people, however, must to defect to the bone, and the death must be terrified. On the death ... And now go back home.

***

-Ł. What do you think about all this?
edifice we left far behind dragged into a vortex of alleys and streets of avalanches due to transport. Pogrążyliśmy in a maze, where the bus was full.
-Know- wrinkling his forehead began slowly, as if he wondered about what to say .- seems to me that it was, what he said today that loony old man who has sense. I think the fact that it is meaningless to me the worst.
-So also think that I, you, the driver of the bus, we can be Jesuses.
-Well, yes. But look, the old man did not notice one important point.
-enlighten me?
-Christs are for myself so I may accept, but for ourselves we can be Piłatami. Situation and an example of relevant, to what is happening now. The bus driver ceases to be polite in his path. Begins to disperse the machine, in which we are somewhere and we are moving ahead. No longer returns attention to the signs or signals light, but still on the gas. Running over pedestrians, and causes an accident, where everyone, including him perish.
-Oh, what a generous perspective. -ironic .- still tell me that the driver is Satan and he wants our death.
-You know what's going on? The fact that we do not need to be saviors for himself and for others Piłatami. You can also vice versa. Be Christ to someone, and executioner for themselves, a prosecutor, killer.
-Altruism. Only a sadistic.
-Yes. There can be only one. It can not be just be Jesus, or just Pilate. You choose only what you are for others, and who for himself.
-But you can be good for others and also myself.
-not fully and not on the scale, if the choice, but yes, you can be good for you and good for others.
-How do you like anything vaguely explain ...
-Fuck! Do you have trouble concentrating? Ł- apparently upset my attention .- can not be both selfish and selfless!
-could not be right away?
looked Ł for me, and in his eyes clearly sensed sympathy directed toward me. Annoyed him, but I do not know what. I did it unconsciously. After a moment, decided that despite all the thought and complete the topic.
-read book, Coelho "Valkyrie" ...
-I know you said recently.
-Do me a taste coincided with an exceptional sentence of the book, according to which we kill everything we love. So you love your selfishness, but come to the conclusion that it must be for others. You love your wife, but her cheatin '. You love your friend, but ill talk about it and is spreading its secrets. Then when they learn about everything, you cease to love, because marriage ends in divorce, a friend stops to share with you the nuances of his life and breaks up with you at all friendly contacts. All because you're executioner, Pontius. You kill his love. Sometimes deliberately, sometimes not.
-Oh, that is, being selfless, and loving to help people, I reach the conclusion that I'm doing everything for them, and they have my deep esteem, so I'll start to have them? You're wrong Ł It all depends on the individual entity that is the man. However, we are Chrystusoponcjuszami, I agree ...
-see, and now came out that I was not listening. I did not say that killing everything you love is bad. Recall my example of selfishness and think again, and he get to that.
A bus unmoved our views, drove on and on, and if accelerated. It seemed that is increasingly independent of the traffic lights and road signs. The driver seemed to be strangely familiar. Old and in evening dress. I looked for him in the reflection mirror and saw him grow horns ...
-You are my ticket to the house of lords. You're spoiled enough.

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could start like this:
"-I went for a walk into town and came back wet."
However, someone might think that because I have a grudge, when in reality is quite the opposite. Thus, after a brief deliberation to start a bit differently.
"-drenched with premeditation."
Although it sounds strange and even absurd to some, it is a fact which are extremely happy.
sitting and reading a book about the mysterious P. Coelho title "Valkyrie" , I noticed that the sun "dead" for the burial clouds. The wind intensified, and in this moment here, something inside of me, podpowiedziało me, I went for a short walk to the forest. And so I did. Taking the dog passed by the alley of moss and seemingly timeless pines. Returning after 10 minutes, I conclude that a walk is not completely unsatisfactory to me. For a long time without thinking, mongrel discharged home, and he go ahead, but this time in opposite direction, heading towards the city center. Do I have come too far, when the first drop hit the ground. Truth be told, I've only 500, maybe 600 meters.
-I wish I did not have to stop walking through the rain!
-Come on. -calm yourself .- What's so terrible?
-Right. After all, it's just rain.
-Promise to me ... or yourself.
-Okay, so what?
-If you happen to be doing time, get wet.
-even to the last dry noodles? Why not.
MP4 forward Pregnant sound through headphones on my ears. Weather is getting more relevant to the depressive black metal , which sounds for good in my head. Starts to sprinkle. I can see how people toss and picking up their pace as soon as possible to get to their destinations. Probably do not want to get wet. After 10 minutes there is a small, pleasant and most importantly, warm rain, which makes the corners of my mouth are going up. Rain makes me something like euphoria, but not quite. Despite the fact that I have the hood, I'm not going to assume it. As previously decided - Time to get wet! I'm starting to think you
...
When expanding their knowledge of the ages, both for his own satisfaction, and forced a replay, I had to concoct his very close-brain, I ran into something obvious, of which I had never realized. Typically, school knowledge, which we have to win by force, let go of the past, because subconsciously we disclaim it. This is because I tell myself that we learn something unnecessary. We are expanding, because we must. Personally, I think that the school teaches about 80% of unnecessary things we to life and happiness, because I do not see their use in everyday life. Each course includes aspects of the school, which is hopelessly boring and downright useless, and things that actually could be useful, and that actually interest us are only just mentioned. Learning epochs, however, I looked at it from the perspective of modern times. A specifying the subject, I looked at the era in a different light, finding its reflection in youth subcultures, which can be found in everyday life on the streets, at school or a large "anywhere". But this applies not only to the subcultures. I daresay that every person living on earth with his behavior, demeanor, or his own philosophy, reflects some of the data ages.
-Every life is epic?
-For individuals surviving it, for sure.
subculture, a rebellion of people to some aspects of the divide successively on politics, faith, morality, or perception of reality, and many, many other things. Like the romantic era, rebelling against the classical world receive. Therefore, I concluded that subculture emo is nothing like " period storm and stress". A kind of musical revolution (although it is known that not only the music is a factor, which assigns to a subculture). However, to understand what I mean, I have to give a definition of the " period of storm and stress " *.

* Obin - opposition to the rationalism oświeceniowemu, proclaiming the superiority of feeling over reason and imagination, and the superiority of free creativity.

The emo subculture, there is another fact " Werteryzmu "-someone's life in your mind-and existential pain.
metal music also has something to do with romance. Mysticism contained in the texts. Occultism, gotycyzm and sometimes osjanizm or faustyzm. Most metal bands is based on gnosis.
I'm already all wet. On a street aptly named King Casimir the Great, I decide to cross the street, using for that purpose with pedestrian crossings and in spite of everything has come back toward the house, but another, much longer way. I pass people at bus stops hiding from the rain. Amused by this fact, satisfied the weather and my thoughts philosophical, I smile to myself. People while looking at me like a madman. I pass a series of three stops in a straight line each time, smiling, and then going over the bridge over the railway crossing, without interfering with each other in considering my theory.
Even in hip-hop bands, and rap, we can find some value (or rather lack thereof) of modernist. There are also lyrics about love, or those that hang around in about nihilism.
The hip-hop ended its deliberations. Home but still far away and more and more rain. The funniest thing is that I do not mind. Nay, nay! Radiates from the ground as they do weather. I think of something pleasant and generally closer to me not certain, because it passes through my head a thousand different thoughts, memories and stuff. Almost around the house, meet a friend.
-Hi. -cast first.
-Hey, awesome weather. -I prepare to stop.
-Do not stop, even, because I'm flying. I'm calusieńka wet.
-Well, then honor.
After a while I turn around and say.
-Beautiful weather for a walk!
-And give me peace of mind ... -Odkrzykuje in a hurry.
to my nose almost reaches the heavenly smell of wet asphalt. The one who I love so much.

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sun burns high in the sky, scorching the faces of walkers. They wander around like a cheerful and kind in thought, renewing the forest trails that seemed to be forgotten in the winter. Trees, though bare, golden rays radiate in the rays. A moss with berry bushes, fruit somewhere which przepełzają only memories, I feel tired of the garbage company beers and used condoms. That's what, an idyllic landscape forest, how dreary the XXI century.
do not understand and probably do not want to understand the beauty of cluttered forest. I do not see in this art, and not marvel papierkami scattered here and there. I can not stay in meditation and look through the eyes of the soul on the wonderful trash, and reflect on their meaning and how great simplicity (maybe because it's garbage). Indeed, instead of simplicity, I see vulgarity. The human commonness.
-Why and why clutter the woods? -ask yourself this question when I hold the plastic cups from drinks on the branches of trees.
But their place in the forest, yet somehow I can explain.
-Someone did grill, fireplace and like it for fun, and kind of a joke, hung up cups. -translators themselves.
begin to doubt when, after 200 meters you see in the same way the suspended metal bowl, in which all kinds of events usually given chips.
-Someone ate potato chips in the forest? -bother to .- Well, yes, full kulturka. He could not directly from the pack, only for that purpose he took with him a bowl. Hooray for intellectuals! -moron in fact I think (!), But this information will leave for his own subconscious.
Oddly, other people have not phoned the men in white kitlach of kaftanami security in his hands, though I say to myself. Only look at me strangely and did not take any action, just picking up their pace. View
bowl is not for me so incomprehensible and strange, at least when he finds a half-sunken cushions in what should be a river, and in fact mimics the wastewater. And further on in this literal and figurative as dirt, there is a clothes-washing and general.
-Well, maybe someone will carry into the woods. -is a common reference for all those things .- But they must think poznosić any oddities to one of punk, because I will not every day when he ran in the morning to take advantage of them. Although his business!
Lighter debris, thrown into the river flowing from the stream, until it did not come across more, or heap. Then stop. Well, after a month of the piles, it gets a heap.
So what has me in the woods too much? Although there is no forest too great and too small for humans are, because they are too human. In the dense forests there is too much garbage and hence there is a too many people. I just do not want to overwork even walk, and come to the conclusion that long venture into the wilderness is so consuming that dangerous. Alternatively, all the garbage had already discarded prior to entry into the great forest, say, on its outskirts. Thus, hard throw something that's been thrown out, right?
time for my filter rule mankind; people is the only animal species to fully deserving of death. deserve to die in full. And not just for dropping litter, but that they are human beings. At the same time only and up.