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Harrison,Yuri Petukhov was born in Moscow on clean ponds,the writing style is good and clear,keeps the reader tightly,inspires confidence.Distrust of the text involves critical thinking when the author screwed up or didn't have necessary strength,is confused, is misleading.Fiction is welcome,is of interest,it will be obvious.
Rayban me your works have not been read,but the idea is apparent,you have the opportunity to give the readers hope that we must live,not to lose hope,to survive,to adapt,to confront,and to create a new world where everything is right and in harmony, or at least to realize that this world is and can be ,but you must find the door key in this world..

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"Escape into Summer"

The old man first sat exactly like the unshakable Buddha carved out of living marble.
Then directly asked:
— Did you ever hear the story of children from the sacred Tree?
— No, never.
The old man grinned:
— Then listen, about a naive young man.
Near the South of India was until recently a lost island, which few people knew in the world. The beautiful places with ocean beaches, but it is not in them. On that island were happening strange things.
Lived miracle tree, which bore fruit in the form of newborn babies suffering on the children the mothers and fathers, but no one saw him, for it was inaccessible to ordinary people, for many reasons.
Mountains, cliffs, impassable forests, predators.
Was the following...— the old man paused for a moment and continued.
— I've never been there, you could say it with words, a fabulous true story.
Now, on the coast of the island was formed a strict line, and couple or individual who wants to obtain child had to go through it and not to indulge in sins; a kind of fasting, purification of body and soul.
After this, one night one came into the island, they met a servant, a servant of the Tree.
An unusual creature, who went in the cloak with shawl, like your monks from Europe.
He led the man to a certain place of the island's mountains, to the altar or to promovisu not important, and left him alone all night.
After the conductor is the servant disappeared, if everything was as it should be, the servant returned the next morning to the man with the child obtained from the Tree.
Handed the child to a man with a strong mandate, and he went happily home...
— And what kind of warning the servant said?
I do not know. It is said that each he uttered something special.
— And what happened next?
The old man chuckled again:
— What's next?... nothing.
People laughed in the evil society joked about wanting to get to the island and get the child. And at the same time turn to the Tree is not reduced, but rather increased.
The children were completely healthy, without any current deviations, never sick, of course, better than those who are conceived and born naturally through a mother's womb.
Each day the Tree was given one child, and the servant gave it to lucky.
And then... then everything came to an abrupt halt: the sender has gone, and so is the Tree itself, the island, too.
Can flooded with a strong tide, and it collapsed into the water as the ancient city of Mahabalipuram.
I'm thinking lately: maybe it's the Tree gave the child a natural way, and so must be born a true people — the heirs of the great gods, and we are all symbionts, or otherwise received products something that is made, the victim's genetic project of spermatogenesis and uterus?
But how we will live, if you suddenly realize that all of us, or at least some of us are not descendants of the gods, and pathetic biorobots, the service being designed to perform a specific task?
For example, to guard the Palace of their masters, to work for them. And not the descendants of those guards present Raja and Maharaja are proud to call himself a high caste descendants of Surya?
The time of gods has passed, people should take responsibility for your life is the next stage of development.
But who? Who will take on this burden. Because there are now in the mud and shit, like fiends accursed Asura Ah and ladyboys!— the old man swore long in Hindi and continued the thought.— But there were actually people with abilities that of legends about the Tree, so they created the history of mankind...
— And my cat has gone missing, ' said the old man.— A strange thing happened...
But then the cell door opened, dirty TweakNow rusty hinges.
Okay, the stranger from the White countries. I'll tell you later. Now get out of here, and the old man at the voice shouted.
— Hey, soldier, tell, there, Mr. superintendent Karmal?<

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"Escape into Summer"

... the Sun with a slowness born of the Hindus, carefully chewing celestial degrees, ascended from the mountain ridges of Tibet.
Ragged and overgrown multi-day bearded bristles streaks of gray color the wanderer blankly sat on the side of the suburban trails are to the town Mancari, in Sufi and folding his feet under him in the shadow of the lone cypress.
He was sitting on a blanket, next to a canvas bag from the stowed belongings, not paying any attention to anybody, spacious wrapped in a blanket of dirty–yellow color, probably served as a cloak–tent from different storm, from under which could see only one gaunt face.
And life on a busy road went on as usual.
Passing cars draped with colorful rugs, painted buses held people in turbans and saris, children running around, bleating of domestic animals: all remained without the slightest sign of the willingness of at least some of the action.
And how much so stayed in one place for a nameless wanderer, no one knew, and he probably also.
Long lost sense of proportion of time, days of the week, the house and all the senses.
But where now is the house? Family and relatives?
Where?— Hey, tell me, silent man without anything unknown roads on planet earth.
Slowly spinning while taking a turn around the axis.
Roll up the figure in the cloak did not stir, long immersed in their Vision.
Sad ... I was playing with a rag that is left of Marga, he once played with her.
Where are you my God Surya?!
I'm really tired of it all.
Give me a short rest and easy death.
I ask to meet the last moments of life, as befits a warrior.
God answer me...
A beam of light arose the Aditya, the messenger of Surya:
— What do you want from us?! We first saved you, then took your cat. He is "there" already. Want to come with me...
— How's he doing?
Okay. He likes.
The Aditya showed the picture; the thin, Marg was somewhere in dark space. He sat and trembled as if in fever, and he also somehow darkened. I reached out to him, but he guiltily looked at me red eyes — not green as usual, turned and walked away into the shadows, not recognizing me or frightened. But he clearly was not OK.
The image was gone.
Hype again?
— Going? Do not be afraid. Just take a step down...
I do not know. Coffee to cook, it is necessary to turn off after... such things.
— Well, as you know.
The messenger of Surya disappeared.
You came and spoke, and I'll do it myself.
Rudeness is the appearance of the sign of fear.
Only the fear of what?— I'm afraid not in this world to be, in the other.

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"escape into summer"

Marg.
After I lost the host.
Sat on the branches. Waited for him, and he did not come.
Flew a ball of wool.
Eating was hunting.
I smelled like food.
Rushed to him, gathering all the strength.
Raaz and finished biting through the neck food
Could not resist on the branches and flew down.
And at the bottom of hyenas, wanted to take away food.
Had to fight for.
And then I wanted to go Home, where I was born.
He reached out and ... was on the strip of balcony.
The owner was home, the light and the door ajar.
And I went, peering at his reflection in the glass, in the glass

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And-and-and I just yell.
You are watching the new season of "the battle" and choose the lucky winners by SMS
Then I go to you..
Now without jokes.
Why? All so obvious.
And when the cat disappears right in front of what to write..

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"escape into summer"

Cars, sirens, povyskakivali people in the form of sand — play.
Cops after me showed up, they worked smartly.
Few of them were, but the old man slyly winked at me, saying do not climb on the rampage, so get out.
The cops pushed us into the car.
It is inconvenient, our "UAZ–mentous" better, that is a little more comfortable.
And so we with the old man went to the local police Department.
There stripped, searched, and then get dressed again.
Put in the same cell.
Although, what to say, there's one camera on the entire area, but roomy.
Camera.
Mnogoletie (no error) as one organism alien: he's eating something, something to drink, someone Fucks in the far corner.
Most understood the essence of people in a confined space.
Area, prison, barracks, bus, car.
The old man squeezed through the row of prisoners grabbed her arm and dragged her after him to the wall.
A little trick of psychology.
If you do not associate themselves with their ego, or current identity, which is here in very close conjunction with the body–text in a stone cage — nothing touches — neither the camera nor the space.
But if it touches, it is very interesting to observe what the program, who the program is set, under any circumstances.
This research work is obtained, you can then reset podlucky can not be reset.
At our discretion, so to speak.
about podlucky; "they" ask for money on the streets, "they" are asking for attention, "they" are calling to a mobile number.

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"escape into summer"

Life is a strange thing: once — a twist of fate, you play a different role.
Or that leads you to the girl young and beautiful, no strength to wait and endure and overcome the desire to be with her.
But no, I understand that it is impossible, and extinguish the fire in your soul.
However, you know well that could be all different, and how...
And spit on all the conventions and barriers, cruel world no one care about you. And on the other side of the coin I think: fuck, is there any sense in such a bustle.
Fictional illusions are not the same with visual reality.
Much more and better interaction with society directly.

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You're one-sided situation is considered.

I called Sukhov aside and spoke to the man what and how things are in part entrusted to him.
He gave me carte Blanche, saying, do with the confusion of what I want, and there though the grass not to grow.
— Lined up!— at first quietly, in a normal voice gave orders.
Nobody cares, like I'm not here and not there — disembodied Ghost I, the Ghost of hamlet's father. Okay, let's play good "uncle".
— I postroilis!!— much louder, breaking voice a growl.
"Monkey" salivales reluctantly, started to growl with displeasure by the order, but began to take a semblance of order in three ranks.
— Build, Homo sapiens unfinished... this time calmly repeated.
— Hey, you, commander!— we are not homosexuals!— down came the indignant.— Let us "losers", but people do not insult.
Here, as with the contingent work if they do not understand the Russian language and knowledge of eight corridors of the school behind!
It is clear that there are some "losers".
Although it is so, if life sucked at that PMCs have not found themselves in ordinary life, complete losers.
And maybe I judge people as one-sided and pragmatically, it means nothing. To each his own, subjective and personal, it is what it is.
For example, here is a man who has four higher diploma, I have none. Yes, let it is much smarter and more calculating of all of us together — the end of the same will come. To knowledgeable and enlightened too.
Jealous of what? The fact that he is better versed in something — whatever.
So many of knowledge — many sorrows, as they say.
Well, he achieved a certain status in society, but it is fashionable to be expressed veiled with a light supply of you-know-who: "women with low social responsibility" is an example.
And there are the usual janitor, or "wipers–losers" whom many have not reached that status.
What? They are not worthy of life? Although such an existence, life is difficult to call. "Wipers" are also needed on the ground to wipe shit for such a status. And often, the status does not depend on intelligence and talent, and from many circumstances of life: fate, karma, luck, lucky stars, destiny — don't know, call it what you want.
All you need to know about people — two postulates: the man is farmed a subspecies of the animal, without morals and principles, which can betray you at any second.
Woman even more so: being frail and unreliable.
The rest of the tale for children about duty, about honor, about love and faith in a brighter future: movies, books, songs — all crap.
Exaggerated, of course.
There are of course limits and taboos limiting animal "wishlist" that distinguishes us from animals.
I remember recently practiced the lobotomy operation on antisocial elements.
After it the person–an animal turned into a vegetable.
And what is better for society? And what. Which points again to evaluate.
The Maori tribes, cannibals Zealand, the aboriginal savages of Africa, the natives of the Philippines — they are also a social society, though, and backward as we mistakenly think.
A hundred times was right God damn Darwin, that the common man was the result of attrition, natural selection, survival. That is, evolution.
That would throw the modern man without the benefits of civilization: without radio, Internet, gadgets — one for a year in the wild jungle in a safe place where there is food and no predators.
I wonder what will happen if he will stay human or turn back into a monkey, figuratively speaking.
Here is what can be learned the woman child, and not his.
That is — school teacher, kindergarten teacher.
Soon we get to the fact that the Minister troops will be a woman... that is promoted everywhere.
You say, what about Stalin's time: enthusiasm, patriotism, victory in the war? Right. Under penalty, that just will not do, the whole country as one "Gulag" was.
Or take a Royal time, also true.
But it's so to say elite, they had nothing to do, here are the elite of society furious with fat.
Then write a book, the painting, the poems compose the play.
Palaces, balls, love, duel — it's nice, don't say anything.
A simple and servile man: he that will talk about lofty matters? About duty and honor... it would only to fill the belly and better fed offspring planed and more.
Yes, once he thought: we must sow and plow, to plow and sow in the morning before dawn.
And I just they have to train, do not have nothing personal against them.<

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To gain something new you must first lose something of value, and a sense of loss in every sense of the word.
The goal is the path itself.
Nobody will do for you first steps.

Real life is much harder and harder hits to the head than in the movies and in books. Pride, humanity, virtue — all to nothing, here such principles need to be left somewhere on the shelves of the wardrobe.
Cold water, very cold, arrived in grotic, gradually flooding it. Okay?— good, very good...
Marg was shaking, shaking from fear and cold, wet fur stuck together with tassels, whiskers sagged pitifully.
He didn't even vylizyval, knowing that it is useless:
— No, master, bad, very bad. Death awaits us here.
Seen the unfortunate Navigator was brought in from the plains Susaninskaya places in presecence: cliffs, gorges, and canyons.
And perhaps another way does not exist.
Rainfall turned into a mountain stream, dry Creek turned into a deep river with shoals and rapids.
It happens on the boards of the Tien Shan.
A bubbling stream with a waterfall flowing from the peaks of the canyon the flow was carried by a wild boar, choking on the water he roared the death rattle, then floundered some animal.
And we were at the bottom of a large canyon.
Summer meets us with cold air.
Inflated the backpack empty air, slapping him on the water, the cat put on it and a cord tied unreliable design to a belt.
That's because the water's cold! If she comes from the peaks of the ridges of the Caucasian route "thirty" melting glaciers peaks Fisht, plunging breast-deep in the stream.
Now would be a neoprene wetsuit, but with thermal underwear.
Step — other and lead water the tide closed over her head.
The cold water ran over my body with a thousand needles, penetrating into the ears, blocking breathing, relentlessly trying to drag into the whirlpool.
Here and healthy, and not beaten, will pasanet and fear facing a real problem of survival.
That means thousands of empty words and philosophical thoughts about the meaning of life when you need to overcome yourself and come out a winner.
And I need to move to the other side of the canyon.
Heavy barrel was drawn to the depth, had to part with him without regret.
Immediately carried into the rapids formed by the river, taking from the banks.
She made a sharp turn, ending the boiling threshold, we were drawn right there.
Spitting from spray, the last effort of Zagreb obliquely flow, aiding healthy foot.
Hell! the rope is pulled away from the mounting carabiner backpack under intense pressure.
Immediately picked him up like a paper boat and dragged on.
Through the roaring noise of the water came the mournful meowing Marga.
Ahma — was was not to disappear so together and rushed over to him, focusing on squeak the cat.
Covered with a head, stream sliver thrown against boulders.
He emerged, catching his breath, another blow on the rocks, spinning into the depths.
Upstairs again — the cat is sat on a blown out backpack, he was already far away and something hopelessly screamed silently, is seen saying goodbye to me.
I'm helplessly floundering among the flooded stone ridge, stuck not able to help the University.<

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read More about Resonances - the settings on the sources of Energy.

All is energy. We swim in an ocean of energy, but we its always short for something, or a certain quality. Let's see why?
Man is subordinate to various energy processes, which can have different frequency (rhythm). Interacting with any aspect of the outside world, people interact with varying energy and trying to define it Chi, Ki, orgone, prana...

About the resonances.
In principle, the expected logical work.
Technology... if we take the ancient mantras, prayers — there is a voice vibration is: om, AUM, hum, Amen, etc.
That is, the man himself set up on the reference resonance, do not take the rituals with artifacts.
Probably Rassoul ISA was a certain model of a person, uttering a high flutter frequencies to others that it stretched to the disciples of the apostles.
Vibration signature, or vibration imprint is also available.
It's like a chip, only mentally.
Probably on it and enter geip, in your world, or in the Akashic records in the file pass.
I wonder how today's will look like in practice.
He is also working in this vein, I write about it.

Questions.
Is there a difference between the words "vibration" and frequency" and "resonance" in the conceptual field of this forum?

In connection with the release of a new remote the product (no physical media) that are fundamentally dierent from everything that is at the moment in the field of energy-information products

Awkward question: — what is the difference between "your" resonance broadcast "Michael"? (amplifier U2–U3, the device And the–2, live broadcasts of free and paid)
Like there and there's no physical binding.
Here and there there are "frequency" and "vibration".
What is the difference?

For example, if you can tune in to a specific person, (in resonance) it turns out you can tune in to "magic" (totem) animals?
Cat goddess Beast, the eagle — God Cocotal the Aztecs.
And is it possible to do that, though I must ask: is it a good idea in General to tune into their resonance?

Fashin.
Still somehow strange design goes for materialists.
There are invisible and intangible, and even immeasurable by any instrument resonance frequencies around us, an ocean.
Well, let's say the source of the reference resonances, it is penetrating into us, people somehow processed into these resonances, and then give to the surface something physical, material. So what?<

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Man always already is in resonance,to clarify the current personal resonance,perhaps the resonance of GAAP when there is knowledge that strengthen under it and take the repercussions.

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Guest. I do not agree.
Maybe so, maybe commercials.
The person is usually while in the low frequency world always been (in General) capable of catching something is high.
Even more so the resonance of the Etalon (going to speak).
Second.
When there is knowledge... no matter what.
Situation.
Here, for example, sit across from each other meditating in trance, the master and the disciple.
Then Yes, it is possible to take and where to strengthen some sostavlyaet...

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"escape into summer"

to find something new, you must first lose something of value, and a sense of loss in every sense of the word.
The goal is the path itself.
Nobody will do for you first steps.
I don't know what they spray each time, but I can imagine how it's done.
Then in the hangar I tried to see the pipe leading from the pump, in the dark details did not work.
But apparently the hose from the pump is connected to a network of small tubes that end in the rear surface of the wing and horizontal stabilizers.
If you look at the wings of a large aircraft up close, you'll notice a lot of wires the size of a finger.
At the same time looked at the description online device the aircraft, I learned that this drains static charge. They are designed to dissipate static electricity, which is formed on the surface of the fuselage and wings during flight. Each third wire was a mysterious pipe system. Drains static electricity was intentionally removed and in their place put strange tube.
The atomizer tube in the fake static sinks so low that it is impossible to ignore.
Not surprisingly, they are still not detected.
Knowing the routes of planes, you can program the control unit dispensers so that he could get back on after a certain altitude.
Today while everyone is asleep, over the Krasnodar again sprayed.
Forecast hot, so they have time in the morning to shit. Planes fly again, probably from the airfield Enem.
A thin trail appeared at six in the morning, the rest of the route before.
Traces in the South-West, and then they spread out and moved to the city.
At seven in the morning they are already over the center.
Centrali have several purposes: to cause Morgellons disease, including cancer, destroy the vegetation and climate, to ionize the atmosphere and most importantly, suppress the will of the people.
Even thermite to better burning in case of fire.
To the root, to the ground wiped off the face of the earth all living things.
Bitches and critters. What else more to say.
And what you can do: from the markets to collect tribute and only cops to teach?
No, I did not collect tribute, were very "out there" somewhere.
Why so: I met her.
Beautiful dress as they wanted.
But no, she belonged to him, "different."
What can I do for them just to tell the sound of the sea in the morning: and the sea is cool as ever, it is warm like mom.
And you're babbling pressed to white foam one side: — I'm the mother–sea. I'm here, all is well we will be with you...
Machine speeds of the jeep jammed with a roar.
APB mahina tore down the fence with a tank.
The posts with the fence fell, lifting them from the root.
— where is Magellan? Now all smash... the whole polygon to hell.
Not to give time to recover.
To take unceremoniously, not quantity.
— bring it now!
Grenade in hand. Of course training.
he's not here. Sent them immediately to the quarantine. Surrender quietly John. Throw the dummy.
— And if not for good? That would ... kill everyone or plant?
— Be sensible, give up. We'll see.
Clear. I do not agree. Remembered about the plane and about the poison.
I want to leave Russia forever. Let the plane with the crew.
Strange: if a knife is to cut, even a little hand–foot man will give a hard time, and if you stab trekking stick will give "probation".
And even if death, you can justify, say, acted in self-defense.
Hmm, the laws of society. Life, like a conveyor belt.
Live, somewhere to work, someone you love, suffer and grow old.
Then you die and all. Or no, not all; again be reborn in someone else's body, and again running in a circle with the obstacle of earthly existence.
What's the point in all of this?... belatedly–a sleepy fly on the eve of the winter beating on the glass in vain or something.
Hope that the pipeline, when time won't smear, jam broken some insignificant "cog" in a complex system of the universe, and he is broken, requiring repair.
Wait until the conveyor will fall onto the kitchen floor a huge pot of poisoned broth in which the cooked broken life.
"Here" for that nowhere — all poison.
Information, food, GMO, water, earth, alcohol and cigarette substitutes containing systemic poisons and mutagens, super–nano–tech, even toothpaste with fluoride (which causes cancer, but all dentists recommend), and now the air is poisoned himtreylov.
Utensils made of aluminium, the apparel with the Nickel — all the rules you guys live.
Cockroaches and those died, unable to withstand competition with man in natural selection the survival in the chemical environment.
— fag you dzhonik.
To find the plane, smart guy.
As a cheap operetta Chekhov's "three sisters" or "three penny", I do not remember exactly.

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To understand oneself is what you need to do,awareness to help.

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Right here.
Understand yourself, understand all.
All the shit that surrounds you in life.
Who teaches this "awareness"? Yes, no one.
And then the question arises: what for? it is this realization..

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"escape into summer"

I want to leave Russia forever. Let the plane with the crew.
Strange: if a knife is to cut, even a little hand–foot man will give a hard time, and if you stab trekking stick will give "probation".
And even if death, you can justify, say, acted in self-defense.
Hmm, the laws of society.
Life, like a conveyor belt.
Live, somewhere to work, someone you love, suffer and grow old.
Then you die and all. Or no, not all; again be reborn in someone else's body, and again running in a circle with the obstacle of earthly existence.
What's the point in all of this?... belatedly–a sleepy fly on the eve of the winter beating on the glass in vain or something.
Hope that the pipeline, when time won't smear, jam broken some insignificant "cog" in a complex system of the universe, and he is broken, requiring repair.
Wait until the conveyor will fall onto the kitchen floor a huge pot of poisoned broth in which the cooked broken life.
"Here" for that nowhere — all poison.
Information, food, GMO, water, earth, alcohol and cigarette substitutes containing systemic poisons and mutagens, super–nano–tech, even toothpaste with fluoride (which causes cancer, but all dentists recommend), and now the air is poisoned himtreylov.
Utensils made of aluminium, the apparel with the Nickel — all the rules you guys live.
Cockroaches and those died, unable to withstand competition with man in natural selection the survival in the chemical environment.
— fag you dzhonik.
To find the plane, smart guy.
As a cheap operetta Chekhov's "three sisters" or "three penny", I do not remember exactly.
It is, and this is the main condition of life.
That means trillions of beautiful words written in the books, parsecs kilometers of footage films, a pronounced Jung psychoanalysis Freud and what it means to live in reality.
Correctly you can live differently.
Livin ' the life at work. In the present work.
North, taiga, drillers, geologists, builders — no, not the office plankton, not at all.
If the case is up to you to your progeny, what were you doing/did then — I don't know.
Heritage, so what; in my youth, so foolish people ask this question every minute, a puzzled sex, wanting to impregnate many females, for the heritage.
Just stupidity taken Neznamov.
Come on, this is bullshit!
Not, and will not have anyone care about you (after death)... end of story.
Maybe the ellipses... the card will fall Natal<

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Sometimes people just go away from each other.
This happens often.
Friends girlfriend go favorite — so is the cause of death.
Probably should let them go.
They made their way for yourself and for us.
All people are unique, but not all favorites.
In order to leave their mark–a legacy on earth.
Internet slow as usual, the traffic merging into I tons of unnecessary tera bytes and gigs of information.
Rules of the comp, and it is still slow, forcing the consumer to buy.
Again to buy for "bablos" all this crap.
Top graphics, top Intel, top model, top managers, all top.
All type-top, whether the top!
That's fucking slogan!— worthless fact of our lives.
When you Wake up in the woods without all: no hot water, no hair dryer (for women), no toilet, and he is under every Bush sheltered.
Go away, take a knife and dig a hole and...
Then fill up with earth the whole thing.
Such a rule.
Much at all in camp life.
Then you feel detached itself from the umbilical cord of the world is true.
Where are You, and where there is Nature, which will never disappear...
You can say she is immortal, whom no man.
How can you live?
You have no idea how to Wake up and to fight for life every morning...
To be alive, to cling to it and fight for it.
What it means — to live.
I do not know.

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Ehh, you guys banned me.
The truth nobody likes.
Therefore it is goodbye...

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Matrix and Resonances.
It turns out they are one.
Matrix — matrix.
Translated into Russian: mother mother.
Matrix (mom) creates Resonances of the Etalon.
And we don't listen like naughty kids.
From all of this trouble.

What can I do for them — just tell as I hear the sea in the morning: and the sea is cool as ever, it is warm, like mom.
And you are pressed to white foam muttering sandy side, wet paw she gently erases the signs on the previous evening: I'm the mother–sea.
I'm here, all is well we will be with you...

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Uncomfortable question:

The questions already were given the answers in the topic Test. Do not be lazy to read the forum and don't flatter yourself, the obvious questions rather than awkward))

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"escape into summer"

I wanted to disappear completely.
A dossier on me and here, and here.
— Fuck you. Monkeys!
The sparks and got on my clothes and burned through to the skin.
Damn! Hurt. However.
I ran not seeing anything like I was being chased by all the hounds of hell, they sparkled with thousands of multi-colored eyes.
— Follow me!— the old man declared.
— fuck you! I'm good here.
Settled down for the night.
Just cold.
No tents — and not necessary.
So spend the winter.
Easier to load, easier life
Go and throw.
All the unnecessary.
Then there was the old Man.
He took my body as a yoke and dragged.
When I was friends.
Flower traditional, I treasured them
Not now, but better than a cat.
He better. I think so.
By a twist of fate he died
Discarded on the floor.
Then drank water.
And could not drink.
From a pitcher.
I don't give a shit
I'm in India?
Yes bitch!— I'm in India.
—come with me... ' repeated the old man.
Yes, let's go.
And-and-and come.
I was in a strange room.
Dark and cramped as a small storeroom at the factory.
The storeroom private. Or Candace zavskladom.
Only the light glowed a faint reproach from somewhere up above.
The man was around ustroivshis strange shadow.
and where are we?
It's hard to tell my UNO... we are in another dimension.
You wanted to get here. So here it is!
Find yourself among other realities, if not your dream?
Yes. Just kind of weird.
Just how to understand these realities.
It's like you're there and in terms of other realities.
I saw that "I" doing, and what they were doing.
Strange feeling. Split, nastroenie personality.
Not even hundreds, thousands of my twins "of janikow" continued to go about their business.
— how so? We left реальности7
Yes. There is a Place where you can get away from it.
— and what now man? What do I do now?
I do not know. Go. See. Think.
Now you have them instead of God and the archangels.
See:
Shows the picture:
"The city at night. The car rushes. Driving you or someone.
Headlights, the truck meet..."
—...
— Well?!
— Do something!
— Do something, warn him to "be there", give me a sign!
I closed my eyes, it was hard to realize.
But I didn't want.
I didn't want to change anything "out there" in the crash.
The salvation pray and let the afterlife.
So let them. Let.
Ya We Are. They.
Let, bitch.
What it means to live... I don't know.
What do you mean corrected?— in the variant of life.
It happens or not?
Or worth a look anyway — and on a Fig?
But do not care for me. Do not care at all, fuck fuck big and fat.
Watch old men all with a high steeple, listening to the sound of autumn leaves?
Scary to think it's all Me?!
What?!! I do it both ways.
Making the routine of everyday Affairs, a bunch of useless things.
Why, I don't know.
The first time you see it.
The fight was.
With blood and hurt.
I was not involved in it.
So.
-why?! Why are we fighting?! What?!
He hit his head on a thin wall, broken face.
The drone was all over the shop.
I, too, sometimes fought.
But it was like the first time, asking Questions.

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[Шура]

The pendant fell into the honey and washed with water. He will then stop working?

[rel]

Shuradon't worry - I often bathe while wearing the pendant, everything works.
Well, the principle here is not the kind that washed away. Honey too can't hurt)

[ЛИЛИЯ-Р]

the Pendant fell into the honey and washed with water. He will then stop working?

Alex, don't worry - I often bathe while wearing the pendant, everything works.

Anything from the honey will not, but to bathe with him , maybe just to darken the metal, fell out of the metal rim . Why would the pendant be extreme? ))

[rel]

Well in General Yes) Actually, I meant a shower, a direct swim Yes, it's there and the temperature and longer..
And the shower took a lot of time, from the rim failed. And so it darkens from contact with skin)

Well, in any case, the issue of "cease work" and only one wash
so, my answer is relevant - work will not cease)