The Golden Age of Decay

Yes, sounds similar to Manson's "The Golden Age of Grotesque',but i prefer "decay" for the topic of my essey.It doesn'r matter, because i can use "delete" buttom and forget about essey and even about topic , but ,unfortunately, i can't do the same to our fuckin' planet. I want to ask my opponents whose angels wings fit them like a glove shut up.How long will we immitate that everything is okay/ Oh, stupid question. no way. So long as you'll be personally allive.Right? Because you were born, graduated, made you career, gave birth to your followers. And evry idiot on the earth play the same game destruction game.Capitalism made us agressive,selfish amd empty. When i see pregnant wooman, i think "Hm, in few months she'll give a life to a new bastard, who will think about games, sex and money". Not now, in future.
Cultures suffer from painless agony, we eat each other, nature chokes with death rattle, but we pretend that everything is fucking okay, i wish i could be so optimistic, having seen children&adults dying from cancer,because their parents or relatives don't have enough money, because some stupid whore bought new vuitton bag,talented children who can't continue (or even start) thier education, because univercities is full with imbiciles,

Hey...

My name is Sebastian. I'm turnin' 25 soon.I believe that dragon-flies are mediators between different worlds, but it's not so important for now.I find inspiration always and everywhere, but create sth rather rarely, that's because after havin' been done my artworks start to live their own life and i miss them so much each time, yeah...
I can play only piano,and guitar, just when i want to make my words sounbd more passionate. But, don't be sad, we can visit your favourite Organ-house every day, or almost every day.
Nobody cares about your soul nowdays.Even don't argue, babe. You're among them 2, in some way. Well, i'm nothing special, but you find my blue eyes very attractive, right? I've heard it before, so i accept, i have atrractive blue eyes.You like to repeat that my ash-grey hair is your life-dream. i have celtic outlook, maybe because of my celtic tattooes?hmm..I'm not a narcissus, so i don't like to tak much about it.
We're absolutely different,like from different orbits, but we're crazy in one way. I love you more then life. No, i love you like i love my life, with its sunny days, long nights, endless roads, talks about nothing,alcohol,rude jokes which make you red,sea,roofs, piano heartfelt sound of the piano, sunsets and dragon-flies. But you'll never believe me. But i DO!
You wont believe even if i'm not angry when you're late, if i do the tattoo with pink unicorn without any hesitation and if i keep conversation about death and life, justice and endlessness of things.You wont believe again, because you don't believe in love, okay, i'm not goin' to live you in the next 100 years. You're all-in-all for me.Sorry, you hate phrases with pathos.Okay, i can't leave person who always have left hand cold, somebody have to keep you warm, i'd like to.You're so childish and selfish, but it doesn't irritate me, because it inspires me , you're both all-in -one and fragment.Silly, disappointed,freaky girl, I belong to you.

But , unfortunately, I'm not exist!

I can fall inlove with wooman very easily, but holly shit woomen so irritate me at all. They act, do mistakes, forget, suffer,cry as others and as any other in particular.
Woomen can't be nice friends! Never! Only before they meet new fucker, the same behaviour. They forget you, everything in the world, despite their new addiction. Then they marry, love their kids, and don't even think bout you, but then their lovers find another toy and fucking woomen try to find old friends..Really the most stupid creatures in the world!
Nothing is eternal, especially your fuckers!!!

Sommer night isn't for Fear,is it?

Fear...We all know this feeling, different situation, moments and emotions, different levels os this feeling, different motions.

Well, my fear isn't enough to cry aloud at night, but too horrible to fall asleep. Insomnia is torture, but when you can think bout anything you want-it's better, then you can think bout nothing nad fucking fear eats up your brains. Day by day...

I know, it always comes after my poor heart starts work "uncorrectly". But, why the hell? Why? when i want to live normal life, trying to be quite positive, something not very nice happens to my healy, to my heart..I've forgotten about it for several years, and shit! agan!!!I don't want this situation appeara again.

Sommer night is for walking, dreaming, but hell! not for fear!!!

Всегда

Когда ты теряешь кого-то-кто был для тебя богом, ты теряешь все: чувства, логику рассуждений, принципы,мечты, реальность и повседневность бытия,к которому ты привык и спокойно себе жил,не ведая страха, так как у тебя был ОН, именно тот ЧЕЛОВЕК с большой буквы.
Ты чувствуешь себя защищенным и поэтому можешь мечтать, ты уверенно совершаешь ошибки,ведь есть тот,кто поможет их исправить,тот ,для кого ты всего лишь "маленький", тот, кого не раздражает твоя инфантильность и список недостатков, тот,кто любит тебя сильно,бескорыстно, по-настоящему, как никто больше.
Как же грустно, что все хорошее,заложенное тобой меняется под воздействием социума,времени, но иногда обещаешь себе:" Я обязательно вытерплю, выстою и останусь таким же хорошим,хотя бы наполовину таким же хорошим человеком,каким был ты!"
Как же нестерпимо больно понимать, что тебя нет в соседней комнате, и ты не позвонишь. Просто не укладывается в голове и хочется умыться холодной водой.Я могу отвлечься, но успокоиться никогда, ты познакомил меня с этим миром,с самыми интересными его аспектами,с жизнью,каковой она должна быть по-хорошему счету...
Разговоры про Землю и Космос, бесконечно долгие прогулки и разговоры,пещеры для целой кучи динозавров, вышивание бисером,самые лучшие подарки...Что уж говорить, благодаря ТЕБЕ мое детство было самым счастливым,особенным и добрым. Даже,если я буду много часов,дней сидеть и писать "СПАСИБО"-этого будет мало. Как же я жалею,что не все время уделяла тебе,ругаю себя....

Тебе сегодня было бы 80 лет...Люблю июнь и все равно люблю 29-ое, ни смотря на что,что тебя уже нет.. "нет" - страшно звучит...Всегда ,всегда и всегда я буду любить тебя, мой самый лучший, самый дорогой и любимый Дедуля!!!

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As usually, typical situation for Kristina. Without any doubts, it's far more interesting to have or smb in your head then have there nothing. But, holly shit,it seems like life or fate play with me, talking bout some kind of love affairs.

Yes, it irritates and hurts my ambitions. Maybe i ask sth unbelievable, no, i can't say so. Sitting in fornt of my monitor, I stopped to read art history, and start ot think bout him...2 days left and i'll have nice opportunity, but i'll miss it. Why? Because i know, that i'll got fuck instead what i want , perhaps Life saves me from my sick desires? But finally, i need it. The same, smb else will get what i want... so good of you, Kristina, you never fight for what you want, cuz ur fuckin' inner ideals tell you it has to be in a different way...But, i have many "buts". Can anybody helps me to get it??If you can, help, ok. Many thanks!!!

Alexander Puskin's Quotes

The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us then ten-thousand truths.

Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.

Ecstasy is a glassful of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth