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Senses sharpened to the limit. Almost feel the room slowly circulating the summer air. I sit motionless, listening to the silence. Quiet murmur in the hall disturbs the perfect harmony of the environment. Starts as if I awoke to the gentle slumber. But I could not sleep. A long time since I did not sleep. How many hours? 60? 70? Something like that. If at that time I pulled this shit? A lot. This idea reminds me of two kilkunastocentymetrowych, ideally equal kreskach white powder built up on the desk. After amfetaminie gets pedantic. Symmetry. Symmetry is fascinating. Is a substitute idealności. Ideality does not exist. Is a model, an elusive goal for which we strive every day. Symmetry is a very close idealności.Cadillac Wallpaper Therefore, everywhere trace the same symmetry, and I create it. Even the bloody dust usypując two perfectly equal and parallel lines, ideally in the middle of the desk. Why do people not see the beauty of symmetry? Why I gotta pull a few grams of white shit and did not sleep for two nights to see them? What a difference. It is time. I turn perfectly equal to the tube with a small card and two perfectly identical towers mark perfectly equal to two holes in the nose. I close my eyes and gentle smile, I look forward to what just happen. After a few moments of impatient waiting feels gentle pressure on his temples and a sudden surge of euphoria. Under closed eyelids almost see serotonin, dopamine and norepinephrine dramatically dedicated to my brain. I have a nose. He feels that it trickles out of my blood. I lift up from the sofa. Actually, I did not raise, but my bodily shell. Now as never before I feel the barrier between physicality and mind. Soul? No I do not believe in a god, hence the souls or not. Let it be your mind. This operation is performed not mind floating. It only corporeal shell commands. Feel ashamed. Strange, inexplicable shame. I'm so imperfect. Such asymmetric. Now I want to change almost everything inside. I go to the mirror. I see on my imperfect and asymmetric face dripping one, asymmetrical, repulsive curve trickle of blood.Chrysler Wallpaper Stops in the corner of his mouth and further flows almost perpendicular to the ground. Feeling disgust. Disgust for the world to people, to himself. Turns the tap and washed the blood from his face. I hear that someone entered the apartment. Pal. Whats up. Whats up. What happened to you. Nothing. Everything okay? Yes. Eh, people are so pathetic. So care about appearances. Dude knows very well that the naćpałem. Blood from the nose, wild, bright eyes, gray skin, abnormally enlarged pupils not reacting to light. He knows me so well that at first sight to see that I was stoned. But it must preserve appearances. Pretending everything is OK that the world around him is beautiful. Entering the apartment does not see a bloody junky looking like zombies, just an old friend, whom the blood flowed from his nose. Probably from fatigue, too much a poor man learned last night. That is easier. I return to the room, instinctively I improve mouse and keyboard on the desk. I go out onto the balcony. Morning, summer sun strikes in me a wonderful warm, causing extremely pleasant chills. I close my eyes and deeply enters wonderfully brisk morning air, listening to the screams of happy children playing in a nearby kindergarten. I look at the couple growing tree at a miserable piece of land on the green of the developed in this grim, gray area. It makes me sad. Even with tears in my eyes. This tree is so lonely. Been growing the same. Every day someone is not based on, or makes them urinate. Nobody, in fact, not interested. Despite this growing every day, every week, every month for many years. Despite the contempt shown by everyone and everything, even the stray dogs and cats, bravely performed the task assigned to it - a bit sad beautify the block "and the process a little CO2 to O2. Light up a cigarette. Incurring strongly of smoke seen walking in the countryside and on the people. Kids going to school, adults at different ages and both sexes are hurrying to work, students over the follower to the tram stop, thick women returning home from shopping, returning to their families to cook them dinner, powrzeszczeć to defy her husband and children from nierobów and drunks. All follow somewhere in some order. Everyone seems to be free. They feel that they are masters of their fate. But the truth is quite the opposite. Since the birth of the world goes to the full of slaves. And from the very beginning they become slaves. Slave scheme, a system. Almost every man goes from his birth until his death one of the paths that are imposed on him by society, environment and position in society. Childhood, school, work, retirement and death. That, or otherwise everyone is kidnapped by the gray mass that surrounds us and become another mindless sheep shepherd drove the predetermined direction. Puppet in the hands of a puppeteer. Each game will play like him. And anyone who tries to oppose it is killed, closed, or destroyed by a massive community bezwolnych golemów. Individualism is a pathology and perversion that must be liquidated, which do not match. I am finishing a cigarette and go back to the room.Chevrolet Wallpaper I assume earphones, purify the mind of all thoughts and delights in the music. I listen not only to the organ of hearing, but throughout the whole body and mind. The two entities are ambivalent on the brief moments of unity. Mind blends into the body like the Ying and Yang and lives together with him due to the wonderful sounds of orgasm tranceowej music.