-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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