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.
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