i stay. it's cold and warm out.i found that some people like death more than i have expected death is beautiful for them-it is somehow a way to happen something more interesting. it's dangerous.they are afraid of it,but believe that are brave and gallant. they don't care about the real truth if it is not their logic.they think it's funny to talk about hitler and it does exist some difference between him and stalin and mao and nixon.they think that their lifestyle is best and you shall learn from them.they believe that you can't have your own opinion and any different oppinion of their is some weak imitation i have to live different.
Fly in my eyes-in the mirror. before i start the blog i was watching myself in the mirror.a fly was what i found. a fly in my eye,dead and black.i has removed it.but i feel more things must be removed from my mind.simplicity is what i need.chaos is what the lives of people are now.no order,no reason. i have to put order.