The illusion of delusions

You have inflicted a mortal insult.
Tired of living. I want to go to heaven, but here love is pecking at. I don't
know what to do. Either to die, or to love. And be
dependent on the heel. Or bitches like you will
suck me off by the hundreds. But I don't know... I want a cyclodolic buzz. And he
's not. But there is masturbation and the prospect that you will be with me.
Relax. It's just saving your life.
The term of stay in the virtual prison is coming to an end. And
while he's walking, you can't…
I really can't listen to you fucking. But you re-
You can always fuck when I'm listening. This
is probably due to the fact that I don't go fishing. And you take your own... wow
... just like your predecessor beat my
brains out with her uncle for four years, and then she left. It turned out that she didn't.
With which I congratulate her.
My soul is being digested in the fire of jealousy and other people's passions.
I really have the soul of the Devil.
And while I'm on the chain, it's not real to love me.
The chain, perhaps, is connected with the fact that the world is already in Paradise, and I blush
at the sight of children's panties. Or maybe with nerves
that betray my devilish nature. It is necessary to counter yourself-
lyrovat. Hold it in your hands. I am a Neanderthal in the modern
world, where corruption is considered the norm of life and a single form
of life of the existence of all the verticals of power from top to bottom and
from bottom to top.
The Bible says: I have a grudge against you for introducing the people to
idolatry and adultery. But who I seduced, I
never understood, and I created the idol myself. That's really, if I was impo-
tent, then I probably wouldn't have been there for a long time. Probably not
you should be proud of someone and exalt your essence. Just
because he mentions my name. If my dick stopped
If I were standing, I would disappear and wouldn't fantasize in the bathroom. That
's what adultery is called. It is strange, to have contact with the
object of your adoration is not considered a sin for anyone, but to satisfy
your lust by empty ejaculation - "Yes!".
I am accused of all grave sins as if I am a devil. At
the same time, they are not allowed to commit suicide in order to atone for their sins.
But this is not lawlessness. This is the way to power. The one I dreamed
about all my conscious past lives.
And now the future has come… The world helps me to get up from my knees,
putting me on my knees and purifying the devil's soul.
It is the path to power that explains why I plunged into the
abyss itself, so that the power was inhuman.
And now I'm standing with one foot in the very heat, the other is resting
on the very heavens, but my head is still under the hood of accusations.
It means that I have not tempered my soul to the end. There are still weak
spots that interfere with cold-blooded calculation for doing business and
which therefore need to be filled.
That's about the whole point of my stay in this
rotten prison. In the meantime, it remains to live and rejoice in what
the ether gives us, starting from the universal mind. Started to lead
a diary for understanding what the mind carries. While the birds
of freedom are happily chirping, metal is melting here.
I hope someone will read this writing and smile
at the fact that only desire lies in the depths of the great secret
to be happy, and not as sometimes ridiculous to survive. After
all, what is happening now is the great scam of all times and
generations. Fooling the world's population in order to enrich them
by transferring their savings to the state fund, which is bursting
with investments, but, as always, there is not enough insurance for their lives.
As they say, who managed, he ate. In return for our postrel
everywhere managed.
The notes of an old alcoholic have the goal of enriching his
life by cultivating his personality among the people by
blowing two kopecks to two million out of the blue.
An unquenchable lamp is burning inside my head, which does not give me rest
and the opportunity to fall asleep. And it is she who drives all the behavior
of my instance.
I wonder if there are people who really know what
's going on inside me? What goals the body pursues
in order to become free.
After all, despite all my sayings, I am not able
to comprehend what is happening. And it is not
possible to understand this by ventriloquism. One lie, as befits a
great scam.
Here I should note that there is no talk of love at all.
She's on the sidelines. And tomorrow she will be at the forefront, like
a spinning lever that sets the whole mechanism in motion.
Accordingly, this love can be easily managed to achieve
global goals.
Everything is simple. It doesn't take much to achieve the goal.
It is enough to feed the uterus, which will then give a little tinder-
nude, and the drone, in turn, will distribute to all the bees. That
's how the mechanism works.
What kind of information field it carries in essence is also not
important. It is important that the positive picture of the day changes in the best
direction and breathes freshness.
But what do I hear? Our relationship, like clams in a container
, changing gender, was put at the forefront. Probably, now
they are groping for other levers to control the mechanism.
If the saying "all in good time" is true, then now it is, more than
ever, by the way. It's time for me to find those true millstones of
truth that move humanity and the world. And why am I up to
still in prison. In the end, I have already given her completely
into the hands of these millstones, not caring about my honor. As they say,
Russians harness for a long time, but they drive fast. It's time to show
your cards. New players are being introduced into circulation, for example, a woman,
through whom control will be exercised by the same
person, and, consequently, by a respected citizen. The picture
changes with a persistent and logical sequence, which means
that energy will be released with an identifying freshness.
One thing becomes clear: whatever happens, that is, it is not important-
but against what background, one thing is important – clean, fresh energy is needed.
But for what?
It's elementary. Clean energy – every microorganism needs it
not only on Earth, but throughout the universe.
Therefore, my substance, that is, my body, spirit and soul
are needed to continue life in the universe. The rest, that
is, how and on what background it will happen, is already a child
. Whether it will be one woman or another is a secondary issue
, which is important only in the context of the Highest Light
of human existence.
Everything seems to be right here. If this is all so and the principles of the mechanism
found, that's why I decided that I would be released at all. After all, I
am an absolutely driven being who has lost not only my face, but also
all the will to live.
Everything is clear here. This contradicts the morality of the Higher Powers about
humanism, therefore, one way or another chained in prison or not
The Engine Of Energy Food. If I am released, I
will simply remain the same solid brain as I was, that is,
it's stupid to switch channels from one to another, it doesn't matter
with or without her.
They steer this bitch as they want. I had this love in my mouth.
He keeps me under his thumb only due to the fact that I am helpless in
I can't do anything except drink and treat alcoholics
Anonymous. Everything is correct from the point of view of the economy:
give a ruble – take a million. All this is related along the way
to some kind of psychedelic hassle, but not to love.
As for my love:
I love you,
I cut my veins every day and idolize them.
I am a prisoner of my love, I breathe you.
In your curls, I will sacredly braid a wreath.
If I don't kill you, we'll live with you.
Our life will become a psychedelic hell.
A cold–blooded snake is your nature,
But when you warm me up, I'll be your friend.
That is, control with the heel can be called in
the development stage.
Now it's all about love, although it requires the mind
of new peers.
Life flows in an unnatural way. When you want to,
but in no way ... the soul sings, and you already want love in the pool with your head, but
you need to grind all the betrayals on her part, all the complexes
and fear. Love, subject to higher forces, well, let's say, and
what's next. This is later, first you need to grind. This is what we will do.
My mind is on the path of accomplishment in the era
of the technical revolution.
The mind of emptiness is getting rougher
And the landscape fills up.
Sea depths and heights,
The ocean hardens the soul.
What bothers me is that she stays
at his house all day and night and I don't see any way out. Everything is
abstract, and my love is only on paper. All the courage is erased in a
shock. Why do you need years of training to hone your skills when
some carnivore feels so at ease in my
habitat?