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Ash's demiurge
I LOVE PEOPLE
(Apology of Pessimism 2)
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"I love people."
DolphinLost cause
Of course, this is his obsession,
the desire to prove that people
The lands are kind and reasonable. Because
that they happen quite often
and not kind and unreasonable.
K. Simak "You created us"
Do I love people?
If I'm sick of the crowd, whose general intelligence is negligible
from the sum of the intellects of its constituent people.
If I'm sick of the herd into which people flock, following
to some instinct, turning into sheep led by the Chief Ram.
“The party ordered - the Komsomol answered yes!”
From packs of people.
A pack of cops. Checking documents. Face the wall, hands behind
head. -What did you say? A boot to the crotch.
A pack of teenagers. Disco. -Uncle, let me light a cigarette. Maybe
Let's move away. "Humiliation is bloody foam."
Me: Do I love people?
Acquaintances, friends. People you see once every
six months, but, nevertheless, must remember their names, press them
hands,laugh at their jokes. Dale Carnegie is ALIVE.
Neighbours. They don't like loud music. Not that they
I don't like loud music at all. They don't like it loud
music from my apartment. They have to work tomorrow, and the child
small and my mother-in-law is sick, and the cat has diarrhea - please reduce it.
Well, I can listen to Va-Bank with headphones: “Bra,
panties, T-shirts, pussy, where are we with our sweaty faces." Only
why can't I sleep the next night - oh yeah it's neighbors day
birth, they are cheerful, they sing, they dance all night long.
Relatives. Seventh water on jelly. Once every ten years
them, as the menstruation period begins to worry them
related blood demanding an immediate meeting with you. How much
years, how many winters. Oh how you have grown. I remember you walking under the table
I walked around and peed in my pants. Well, we'll live here with you
a month or two. There's no point in fussing over us, we don't have anything
necessary, just make something to eat, well, there’s kebab
or something. Let's sleep somewhere, no, we can't sleep on the floor,
Doctors forbid sleeping on the floor. Yeah, this bed will do.
"This is the call of the blood."
This is vomit coming up to the throat.
You are touched by the purity and beauty of Orthodox churches,
the majesty of the Catholickupxob, the airiness of Islamic
dreams. And you probably enjoy seeing people humiliate themselves in front of
They kneel down and hit their heads on the floor. "Pray -
to seek that the laws of the Universe be abolished for the sake of one thing, and
Moreover, a clearly unworthy petitioner."
"I feel like puking." Urges cause hordes of consumptives
old women armed with sticks, observing certain laws of the purity of faith.
- Unchrist. God will punish you!,” they scream.
"Do you really think so? Why on earth is it your
The God you worship, the creator of the entire universe, must
worry about _YOU_? One of the reasons why I feel this way
all this pious talk of yours is disgusting, it's your damn
selfishness! You always talk as if God once existed
your roommate."
Monks who have abandoned the world - who have fled from difficulties: "My soul
became cleaner. I came to know God. God is in me." They get to know women and it's not
God is in you, and you are in the woman.
I don't like powerful, pumped up guys with shavers
the backs of their heads.
"Wide trousers and a fifty-kopeck hand,
And you will never become the same as me
And just try to tell me somethingAnd you won't be able to avoid getting hit in the nose."
Whoever is stronger is right. When the arguments run out
MPs resort to force to the last homeless person. Strength is Power
a Power is Strength! In English these two concepts have merged into
one - the POWER!
Yankee Americans with their fast-food culture and efforts to
ruling the world.
Jews who killed a man who tried to save them. All these
pseudo-Rycuhckue, Berezovsky, Novodvorsky and others
-skie with their plans to save Russia.
Blacks who fucked their tefal frying pan
called Africa. They are much better off in America and Europe - the level
the life of even a homeless person in the ghetto is higher than in their native clay-dung
shack.
"You ate our diplomat!
- Oh, sorry, sorry! What to do, well, you are ours
eat it."
Do I need to love people?
Yuppies in Armandi suits with gold handles and handles
Parker. Knock your neighbor until he fucks you and
rejoiced.
" - You people seem“Incomprehensible to me,” said the Devil.
- Most of the time you tend to cut each other off
throats or stick a knife in the back of your human friend,
to step over it on the way to the desired goal, and then
suddenly turn out so damn noble yes
so pitiful that you'll be sick at any moment."
Hippies with peace signs on their necks and butts. Free love.
Fuck everyone, Mother Nature will figure out what’s natural, a
which is ugly. Down with the war, we don’t want machine guns! They believe
that they do not live in a pack of animals and that some dushman does not
wants to live at their expense on their own land.
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I love loading Blood and Tomnkohomama in both hands
shoot at the residents. The creators of this game love people too.
“Good... bad... the one who has the gun is right!”
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Cannibal
I LOVE PEOPLE
(topic development)
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"Love your neighbor as yourself"
one of the biblical covenants
People... Lots of people. Entering the store, standing on
at a tram stop or somewhere in the metro you will see faces.
Many faces with their problems, desires, greed,
whims. People trying to deceive someone, snatch a fat
piece for yourself, hiding true feelings under the guise of carelessness and
hypocrisy. Is this why you love people? Politicians who brazenly bully
tribune: "for mevote and life will be like in paradise." Utopia
well-being blurs the eyes, damn it.
I feel like vomiting.
Youngsters wearing wide trousers, jackets, T-shirts
and adidas sneakers, a cap or a knitted cap - all for
several sizes larger. Hip-hop foreva - this one is ostentatious
imitation of absent coolness, willingness to kiss blacks
almost in the ass and being a cool tramp.
Neighboring grandmothers, curious about what’s going on there
a forged door and why it is visited by hairy people. No way
sect. This is how gossip is born.
Little bastards who are bursting with pride in their
bust or butt. Wear short skirts, put on cute makeup
face Boy, do you like me? And then running around the courts and
proving that guy is not the father. Or on the bunk to visit
to prisoners. The alternative is marriage...
Doctors and the medical commission. "A little frail, but in the army
will do. Serve your fatherland! “Oops, dude, you’re going to wash the floors.
Do the laundry, bro, I need some socks. Why not? Hold it." Zinc coffin
comes to parents. "Suicide, dad. Nothing, give birth
new. But your son paid his debt to the Fatherland." (grandfathers a little
calmed down).It’s sickening to think that you need to protect, repay debt
To the Fatherland, which, darling, gave a shit about the crippled soldiers,
who gave their duty for the benefit of the political cat and mouse of the Jews
apparatus of power. History error. But the soldier was simple
guy. I wanted to enjoy life, hang out with girls, study,
work. Now emy has to wait for her pension to come
due to disability. And orders and medals for courage are inedible,
for some reason. The Fatherland is where the ass is warmer.
Church. Pop Father is holy, no doubt. ordained by God
man, his servant. However, the house is of modest size, a little
smaller than the church itself. The treasury will be replenished further, for the benefit of sinners
enough. Now, it's time to change the car. It’s no longer solid at “nine”
(the bishopric won’t understand), you need to take a foreign car. In the corner
An image is attached - just in case.
Anarchist punks. “I don’t give a fuck!” This opportunity to take a shit
a spring from which people will then drink. Dirty rags and
"erakez" on the head, like, cool. Freedom of action, vivat
anarchy! An eternally drunk body is a normal state. But what
an amazing bouquet of infection in one bottle... Ugh, in the body.
Beat shit with sticks and win in case of the most
vomiting into him. IQ is almost that of a dog. What I see is what I have.
No, no needsuch freedom!
Gopota, better known as gop-stop. Stretching crowd
Stoned scumbags are meeting halfway. Surrounded in a living ring
the man stops. "Hey man, I like your jacket!"
Then lie on the ground for a long time without a jacket and with a broken face...
Do you love friends?
Oh, he's a good friend. Just for some reason, a friend likes to sit and
play around on the computer so emy can write down "novya"
listen to more cassettes, there are all sorts of things pulled from the network
Submit abstracts in a friendly manner. And when there is disassembly, then he
for some reason urgent classes. There are a thousand reasons. Even if
There are none, you can always supply a beer in a friendly way. To
continue to use you for free... The desire to vomit
after that it feels normal.
Yes. I love people. Very often this comes over me
love that you want to take something longer, nooctpee and chop,
tear, shred. People. Because they are bad.
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