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07.03.2005, 07:14
Confession.
And I such would write a horse-radish, being is sober.
I hhochu to tell about myself. I am very lonely. To me it is good when I one. To me I am bad not that zhizdn such, that is why that such. To me 27, I have finished not one high school, but I understand, that there is nothing to be proud here. Who I? More likely I the child rokenrola. I +, as well as many here. Why ' I '? Because I wish to tell to you about myself. I am rare about it or this I speak. I nehochu to live. To me it nenado. Well I in it or this do not see sense. Morses nebojus it is absolute. But it is independent it or this to make not iogu, instincts do not give. Certainly, I have sinned a lot in this life, it is a lot of and with taste. That would I want before mors? To like. Not easier or simply to die, and to make it for someone.
To badly me. Has studied or investigated about viche everything, that has found, but to survive nehochu. It is tired. The only thing, that I hear from relatives - claims. Everything, that has earned and has received, has already given.
What further? Has tried set of women. But anybody from them do not give me questions, and it is necessary to me. Really except for money, they know all rest? I do not believe. nehochu to believe.
The summer has given me love, transient or fulminating and superficial. I have found the star of Crimea, the strong and dense blonde. She looked me in the face, the vein me, wanted my stomach when I was hungry.
And when has wanted to arrive to her in the winter, has told or said, how it is usual: ' On a champagne, shavermu and fireworks will suffice, but money especially :.. ' the Answer was simple: ' Sasha, I shall be money, come: ' How to be after that? The Prescription is simple. It is necessary to remain lonely.
For Christmas I have gone to church. Seldom there I go, for me the god another. But pochustvoval, that was necessary. I like chustvovat. I like. I like to realize the world. I like to see beauty. ' Be one if you wish to be young '. It is the truth. I am young, and energy at me will suffice on pair jadernvh reactors. But? But: Pavor? Nihrena. After the conflict in family has finished the relative to an extreme degree of frenzy, the knife has yielded to him, has kneeled, and prayed, that the person would make :. Well nemogu I:: tried or tasted: nemogu, instincts matih :..
Where further? Rest? Never nebudet. Mors I want. The nature urodila me especially strong, also I shall live longly. nehochu. Ofigitelno, by the way, to pump up and lower lymphonoduses. Blja! About other: I wish to speak about : I wish to talk to you about the life. Already many know pieces of my biography. The community closed, and the information extends: no, not about it or this.
About loneliness. I am lonely in own family. And I have understood. Happiness individually. The happiness chooses everyone itself and does or makes it or him. Oppositely pizdets. It would be desirable to do or make for someone, and it is necessary to do or make for itself. I nebyl am married, and I want. Certainly, I am punished by the God for sale of love for money. And I understand it or him. I have grown in poor family. And in the childhood was fat and unattractive externally. When natsl the period plolvogo maturing: blja even shchas to recollect :. I began to change myself. Sports, force and : money, money, money: that shchas does not suffice me to throw alklgol, with narcotics it was easier.: not: and then, brought up by aversion of the woman, has started to use it or her for the sake of money:
Uzhos:
Still :.
Drink..
And then to me the woman has vented all:
Where the woman as the person? I wish to find such that has forced me to think. Me the god podebal. Has given me that I for a long time asked, but negative. She could not cross through it. JAb too could not. And the way is not close to itself, and a way to itself :.
I now sit in an armchair and I think. I like to think. I want such that my brain excited very much. Where you, shizofrenichka mine? Sex? I you uspoju sex, and you then proryhlish my brain, in itself sometimes flowers are dismissed. I am tired. Heard much, that the love is a job. Pizdyozh! Nihuja. Love - deep low, simple and natural :.. Love. The woman uses this word more often, than the man, but at the man turns out is better. Who from them who? People. An instinct of self-duplication? It is tired from instincts. The love is easier. She is, I the believer.
Ktoto reads Freud.
Ktoto lives on JUngu.
Ktoto ebyotsja in an ass.
Ktoto broods.
Where you, my love? You seyochas understand this word? You Hear? To alone me. But it is not terrible. I wait? Yes. It is tired. To sing I want.
About :. Znalab you as they are good for seeing and chustvovat: :. I go to the underground, I see the girl and I realize it or her up to roots
Tebjazh is not present: I have forgotten: dreams stsuka!
But : though with kemnit to talk, as it is good with people. It not intuition, this another. How deeply there is a comprehension of the person, which series? It is not given. To me it is not allowed to measure, estimate or appreciate, but it is let know and apprehend it or him. Never I can explain the person, with which srostajus these or it yobanymi fibers. The god scoffs it is necessary mnj svoloch. He gives me ability which stop my opportunities. Such what it is? Such what it is.
Fault or Wine? It is necessary.
Has left.
And I here. Children I want. Hochchetja to bring up. Plachubljat. It would be desirable objasni them the physics, chemistry, mathematics, biology::. I want, that my children did not do or make mistakes or errors. You believe, tears flow from eyes simply :. I dream of, how chustvuju a palm as byotsja he a leg or pinch while we row: And your breast naliaetsja :. You know, what tako e natural transfer informatsi?
Has cried? Well. Has given birth? Questions are?
Blja. It is not given.
Loneliness. A terrible piece. Mors the best medicine for this hreni.
But blja I shall live!
At me it or this to not get,
shcha I shall go meat :..
Girls on a holiday will be going to in a circle: Ah as dances Ljubochka!
libe-!!!!! Amore Amore!!!!
Sinenkaja jubochka, lentochka in :.
sluchajaetsja, that girls happen very rasping, but it is not obligatory:::..
And I such would write a horse-radish, being is sober.
I hhochu to tell about myself. I am very lonely. To me it is good when I one. To me I am bad not that zhizdn such, that is why that such. To me 27, I have finished not one high school, but I understand, that there is nothing to be proud here. Who I? More likely I the child rokenrola. I +, as well as many here. Why ' I '? Because I wish to tell to you about myself. I am rare about it or this I speak. I nehochu to live. To me it nenado. Well I in it or this do not see sense. Morses nebojus it is absolute. But it is independent it or this to make not iogu, instincts do not give. Certainly, I have sinned a lot in this life, it is a lot of and with taste. That would I want before mors? To like. Not easier or simply to die, and to make it for someone.
To badly me. Has studied or investigated about viche everything, that has found, but to survive nehochu. It is tired. The only thing, that I hear from relatives - claims. Everything, that has earned and has received, has already given.
What further? Has tried set of women. But anybody from them do not give me questions, and it is necessary to me. Really except for money, they know all rest? I do not believe. nehochu to believe.
The summer has given me love, transient or fulminating and superficial. I have found the star of Crimea, the strong and dense blonde. She looked me in the face, the vein me, wanted my stomach when I was hungry.
And when has wanted to arrive to her in the winter, has told or said, how it is usual: ' On a champagne, shavermu and fireworks will suffice, but money especially :.. ' the Answer was simple: ' Sasha, I shall be money, come: ' How to be after that? The Prescription is simple. It is necessary to remain lonely.
For Christmas I have gone to church. Seldom there I go, for me the god another. But pochustvoval, that was necessary. I like chustvovat. I like. I like to realize the world. I like to see beauty. ' Be one if you wish to be young '. It is the truth. I am young, and energy at me will suffice on pair jadernvh reactors. But? But: Pavor? Nihrena. After the conflict in family has finished the relative to an extreme degree of frenzy, the knife has yielded to him, has kneeled, and prayed, that the person would make :. Well nemogu I:: tried or tasted: nemogu, instincts matih :..
Where further? Rest? Never nebudet. Mors I want. The nature urodila me especially strong, also I shall live longly. nehochu. Ofigitelno, by the way, to pump up and lower lymphonoduses. Blja! About other: I wish to speak about : I wish to talk to you about the life. Already many know pieces of my biography. The community closed, and the information extends: no, not about it or this.
About loneliness. I am lonely in own family. And I have understood. Happiness individually. The happiness chooses everyone itself and does or makes it or him. Oppositely pizdets. It would be desirable to do or make for someone, and it is necessary to do or make for itself. I nebyl am married, and I want. Certainly, I am punished by the God for sale of love for money. And I understand it or him. I have grown in poor family. And in the childhood was fat and unattractive externally. When natsl the period plolvogo maturing: blja even shchas to recollect :. I began to change myself. Sports, force and : money, money, money: that shchas does not suffice me to throw alklgol, with narcotics it was easier.: not: and then, brought up by aversion of the woman, has started to use it or her for the sake of money:
Uzhos:
Still :.
Drink..
And then to me the woman has vented all:
Where the woman as the person? I wish to find such that has forced me to think. Me the god podebal. Has given me that I for a long time asked, but negative. She could not cross through it. JAb too could not. And the way is not close to itself, and a way to itself :.
I now sit in an armchair and I think. I like to think. I want such that my brain excited very much. Where you, shizofrenichka mine? Sex? I you uspoju sex, and you then proryhlish my brain, in itself sometimes flowers are dismissed. I am tired. Heard much, that the love is a job. Pizdyozh! Nihuja. Love - deep low, simple and natural :.. Love. The woman uses this word more often, than the man, but at the man turns out is better. Who from them who? People. An instinct of self-duplication? It is tired from instincts. The love is easier. She is, I the believer.
Ktoto reads Freud.
Ktoto lives on JUngu.
Ktoto ebyotsja in an ass.
Ktoto broods.
Where you, my love? You seyochas understand this word? You Hear? To alone me. But it is not terrible. I wait? Yes. It is tired. To sing I want.
About :. Znalab you as they are good for seeing and chustvovat: :. I go to the underground, I see the girl and I realize it or her up to roots
Tebjazh is not present: I have forgotten: dreams stsuka!
But : though with kemnit to talk, as it is good with people. It not intuition, this another. How deeply there is a comprehension of the person, which series? It is not given. To me it is not allowed to measure, estimate or appreciate, but it is let know and apprehend it or him. Never I can explain the person, with which srostajus these or it yobanymi fibers. The god scoffs it is necessary mnj svoloch. He gives me ability which stop my opportunities. Such what it is? Such what it is.
Fault or Wine? It is necessary.
Has left.
And I here. Children I want. Hochchetja to bring up. Plachubljat. It would be desirable objasni them the physics, chemistry, mathematics, biology::. I want, that my children did not do or make mistakes or errors. You believe, tears flow from eyes simply :. I dream of, how chustvuju a palm as byotsja he a leg or pinch while we row: And your breast naliaetsja :. You know, what tako e natural transfer informatsi?
Has cried? Well. Has given birth? Questions are?
Blja. It is not given.
Loneliness. A terrible piece. Mors the best medicine for this hreni.
But blja I shall live!
At me it or this to not get,
shcha I shall go meat :..
Girls on a holiday will be going to in a circle: Ah as dances Ljubochka!
libe-!!!!! Amore Amore!!!!
Sinenkaja jubochka, lentochka in :.
sluchajaetsja, that girls happen very rasping, but it is not obligatory:::..