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Nothing surprises me anymore! I listen behind the doors of the world to the wail of teddy boy voices 24 hours a day, but I only store my cherished, ch..
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The discarded, half-empty can of the old, pitiful World - you have to be careful! -, almost swallows him, the winds with knocked out teeth are chasing..
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Have you ever been told that you have a bad approach to things?! Not the betrayal of the unattainable, unwinnable Happiness, nor the series of gawking..
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With clenched, abscessed, snarling teeth, like a long-suffering one who settled for life and pain forever, searching for the cognizable puzzle, I am c..
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The filth-waterfalls of obscene, ugly-speech come out of the mouths of girls' cat-comis-cows after being whipped and then splashed out; cascades of fl..
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The barely thirteen-year-old puffball boy, who unfortunately could not suffer the science of numbers, and was barely able to understand why two and tw..
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Oh, you pitiful, foolish soul! Prodigal, brooding, brooding like a hunted wild animal, you are forced to run away and hide every day. The unspeakable,..
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He wakes up early in the morning, and he has the unshakable, somewhat mischievous, but completely almost legalistic thought that today is the time for..
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Objects lie around me like a sleeping flock. This is the concentrated silence of embodied thoughts, the silence after creation, and it is almost touch..
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To serve a decayed appearance Humbly and quietly, To sway day by day to the current of every little movement, To waver and fear ceaselessly, Tolerate ..
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