How to drink himself into a stupor is how to love to death. That's how life should be like. And it looks. When the holidays are spent in bed and not at table, while they do not mind if it rains, a neighbor who comes and says that since three days playing loud music casually reply, "please do not bother." When viewed through the prism of the most stupid scenes in the world when we go to Ikea laughing with her hand, with the pan in a grid and fikus under his arm, I realize that this picture was trivial to me but very necessary. I love this life, its sudden brightness and darkness, sadness, happiness, and it's fantastic that is happening now. It is nice and you have to live for the moment. And my condition? Another scene genre: when the store completely disconnected from the ignition, with only the beauty in the consciousness that is happening, I stand at the shelf and pick olives, and of course I fall, and fortunately do not beat up because they are in plastic, and only after some time it reaches me, it fell and them to arrange pick up and awkwardly back on the shelf. And everything looks with pity and says Veronica again. Cutest in the world. Rafciu, pierdoĊo .... 
Koton 
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