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Lies are, my dear, the lies are still rampant, still passionately lie because the lie gives you much more than the truth makes life far more interesting, more meaningful, incomparably richer, the lies are, my dear, until you can trust. You are so at odds with reality, as if you were born on another planet and accidentally dumped here.
You do not understand or can not understand, nor did you have to understand why you live in a fantasy world, inventing their joys, sorrows invent, invent zambara your friends invent enemies invent yourself.
And never regret for your unknown reality. Nor do you need a second revelation trying to imagine it, it can only burden the imagination with the bad taste of similarity or hang onto it as unbearable ballast.
Is not it wonderful that in the quiet hours of your loneliness you at once settled the area around zambara themselves with people more alive than the living beings and nature more alive than the living nature. Wonderful people, vibrant characters, amazing acts, each with their own freedom and independence from thyself. Although the last of them, a pathetic fool you laughs in the face and says:
Yet you look into the eyes of others as if they were mirrors that must witness your life. You live in perpetual lookout - intentionally and instinctively. You want to enjoy the effect you think the challenge with his appearance, his gestures, his voice, words, actions. You can feel the five light of the approval of neon charm or astonishment. You're five to be desired center of attention, to feel how others have approached you, how they adopt in admiration or envy, and you six before their eyes like a character that they are not and can not be.
Oh, that sweet moment awareness of your own uniqueness to your own intoxication from your own charm from your own physical or mental gymnastics! That moment when you believe that you are more than Caesar and Napoleon, Shakespeare and Goethe, more personal than everything and everyone, when your body off the ground and hovering your own Olympus, swimming in the ecstasy of admiration of himself her.
Or other chief point - embarrassment, inconvenience, anxiety that maybe others do not have accepted or will not accept that you might blurted some incredibly stupid, or just showed intolerance Blazer and see their smiles that they poison. Another time when the thought of embarrassing zambara yourself or exhibited, makes you red, abundance of speech profiteth zambara you and Napoleon died out like a schoolboy who had just written a couple. Napoleon, for whom any unpleasant zambara public reaction is more painful than most acute physical pain. And when others do not notice, do not stop my eyes on you, just as they will - it is the cause of severe suffering.
Vanity so they disfigured that at times do not know if all you do and think, not just a fruit. The trouble is that it always made her feel that the more often you can not recognize, and finally there it turns out that it was the form in which to cast their last event.
And in the most dramatic sincerity, and most painful self-denial and touching candor - all accompanied by that inevitable question for evaluating the effect that its manufacturer. And accordingly you feel triumph or defeat.
You not only buy clothes from vanity, not just learning manners vanity, not just communicate vanity - you think of vanity, you're hardworking vanity, you're honest zambara vanity, you fall in love vanity, you're your vanity.
You're vain in their day, you're vain in their past and their future, you're vain in their modesty, zambara as his vain in their vanity. Oh, how well you know this cheap game to ironizes to samoosmivash that always accompanies your vanity application for the attention and respect of others.
You can not exist if you do not get noticed, zambara or at least enough to have that advantage that distinguishes you from others. You're dying to feel their eyes on him, to enjoy their own posture zambara to communicate things that you are only awarded to emphasize zambara proximity to all of you above and distance from you all down, and everyone assures zambara that you're sweet and wonderful, and the only and unique. You melted.
But all this time, even on top of your party, even the thrill of blush you clearly realize how ridiculous and pathetic, you know that others they see it, but was relieved to learn that they do the same - they are slightly more talented or talentless sellers in "Vanity Fair." And then somewhere in seconds you just want to run away, throw it all away to hang out and never go out or go to a surgeon magician who can operate your vanity ... But you know that if
Lies are, my dear, the lies are still rampant, still passionately lie because the lie gives you much more than the truth makes life far more interesting, more meaningful, incomparably richer, the lies are, my dear, until you can trust. You are so at odds with reality, as if you were born on another planet and accidentally dumped here.
You do not understand or can not understand, nor did you have to understand why you live in a fantasy world, inventing their joys, sorrows invent, invent zambara your friends invent enemies invent yourself.
And never regret for your unknown reality. Nor do you need a second revelation trying to imagine it, it can only burden the imagination with the bad taste of similarity or hang onto it as unbearable ballast.
Is not it wonderful that in the quiet hours of your loneliness you at once settled the area around zambara themselves with people more alive than the living beings and nature more alive than the living nature. Wonderful people, vibrant characters, amazing acts, each with their own freedom and independence from thyself. Although the last of them, a pathetic fool you laughs in the face and says:
Yet you look into the eyes of others as if they were mirrors that must witness your life. You live in perpetual lookout - intentionally and instinctively. You want to enjoy the effect you think the challenge with his appearance, his gestures, his voice, words, actions. You can feel the five light of the approval of neon charm or astonishment. You're five to be desired center of attention, to feel how others have approached you, how they adopt in admiration or envy, and you six before their eyes like a character that they are not and can not be.
Oh, that sweet moment awareness of your own uniqueness to your own intoxication from your own charm from your own physical or mental gymnastics! That moment when you believe that you are more than Caesar and Napoleon, Shakespeare and Goethe, more personal than everything and everyone, when your body off the ground and hovering your own Olympus, swimming in the ecstasy of admiration of himself her.
Or other chief point - embarrassment, inconvenience, anxiety that maybe others do not have accepted or will not accept that you might blurted some incredibly stupid, or just showed intolerance Blazer and see their smiles that they poison. Another time when the thought of embarrassing zambara yourself or exhibited, makes you red, abundance of speech profiteth zambara you and Napoleon died out like a schoolboy who had just written a couple. Napoleon, for whom any unpleasant zambara public reaction is more painful than most acute physical pain. And when others do not notice, do not stop my eyes on you, just as they will - it is the cause of severe suffering.
Vanity so they disfigured that at times do not know if all you do and think, not just a fruit. The trouble is that it always made her feel that the more often you can not recognize, and finally there it turns out that it was the form in which to cast their last event.
And in the most dramatic sincerity, and most painful self-denial and touching candor - all accompanied by that inevitable question for evaluating the effect that its manufacturer. And accordingly you feel triumph or defeat.
You not only buy clothes from vanity, not just learning manners vanity, not just communicate vanity - you think of vanity, you're hardworking vanity, you're honest zambara vanity, you fall in love vanity, you're your vanity.
You're vain in their day, you're vain in their past and their future, you're vain in their modesty, zambara as his vain in their vanity. Oh, how well you know this cheap game to ironizes to samoosmivash that always accompanies your vanity application for the attention and respect of others.
You can not exist if you do not get noticed, zambara or at least enough to have that advantage that distinguishes you from others. You're dying to feel their eyes on him, to enjoy their own posture zambara to communicate things that you are only awarded to emphasize zambara proximity to all of you above and distance from you all down, and everyone assures zambara that you're sweet and wonderful, and the only and unique. You melted.
But all this time, even on top of your party, even the thrill of blush you clearly realize how ridiculous and pathetic, you know that others they see it, but was relieved to learn that they do the same - they are slightly more talented or talentless sellers in "Vanity Fair." And then somewhere in seconds you just want to run away, throw it all away to hang out and never go out or go to a surgeon magician who can operate your vanity ... But you know that if
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