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 A big location. One part with all its originality and design surely morphs into another. Like a park a bit familiar to "not-boring garden" turns into a big hospital modern-styled. I remember accident while we were sitting in a big room, where were many people. I was in thought about girl that was following me everywhere. She was interesting person really, we had quiet and deep converstions. She was beautiful black-haired girl. It was me thinking, so I firstly wondered if she was my sister or only a cousin, but I mostly hoped she was neither one of that. And maybe if she was a cousin  - is it ok to sleep her all the way? . The right question is why I think so, then I really don't remember and define her as my relative. I can answer - the reason was woman that acted like a big-mom of a big-family. Nothing she told me about, but she herself. We all know such kind of women. She was a positive one. One of people we always respect and are glad to see. But she always escaped from my strict questions. Ok, just let me go back to the room. Where was a fight and I found myself in the big mess of people. I realized it was a joke fighting but suddenly somebody pulled my dreads and ripped off some. I was shocked and confused, soon it turned into anger and determination. I went to the big guy with my hair in his hands and took it. Then I passed dreads to my fellow Cherry - he was on that party, speaking with people as usual. Now he was wondering like What the Fuck. After that I decided to wait while the big guy will loose his attention and leave. And when it happened I attacked him with a huge rage. After set of punches and syllogisms he had appeared before me absolutely safe as if he didn't understand what for I do that,  when I have already exhausted. Through his eyes passed only kindness. I leave now...to appear as a sound engineer on the Lady G cover night somewhere near the river on the open air. The point was like Lady and musicians must star out of the old ruined house. Like ressurected from the dead. I was like what the fuck people doing.

  hey, think modern, man. U say: oh' yeee - it means no thinking at all. Like woohoo. Or no?! Whay du u mean really, maybe We should think a lot, think every moment of time, 7 times a second. Really?! I don't know what is better 4 u. I say think once but make it good, no repeat. You think - u act. that's what your organic life awaits from u. Be sure...
   AhhHa. You desire something. R U? U D0!...Let us look. Why u haven't yet got that thing u desire. Why this is'nt yours while u still so cool & worthy. Man, fuck apple shit, but think different. They say there must be many desires, wishes, concurence and stuff like that to move us on. That is a lie, man, in form everybody understands it. The fact that thing is not yours is only power makin' u better now If u stop your complains for a moment. That's all u really need. Think of it. Do you now desire something more?!
   ..and yes - i wash my legs everyday for now.

 U are free 2 seek infected dimensions.

"_ _ _" ...

 - Yes, I had blonde, a red one, and a girl who always change hair and its colour. I also always liked dreadlock girls. So, I made dreadlocks, began to read tons of esoteric literature, practice meditation and learn much of the orient stuff to get one. All that things about dreaming and going out of the body, watching my food and mental condition. I was just a simple scumbag.
 -  ...shit. Are you serious now?
 -  I keep hoping I am not.

... "_ _ _ "

   It was dark and we standed on the sport ground. It was like usual indistrict little evening. Couple of people had a conversation. I was watchin'  the night sky. Something began to blink there. Some red ponits like satellites and then that points became white riffled rings. I started to shout: "Look! Look, man, what is this?". They ignored me. Suddenly I realized it was UFO ships. Many of them. My friend finally looked at them and said:"Damn, it was all truth".
   So, we didn't know what to do. Sometime I was like shocked and got paralyzed for a few seconds. I first thought to run. And after that I became sure - it is the end. I had no regrets, just a little shivers. I tried to prepare my mind for the death again.
   And then it took place really heavy, creepy but beautiful experience. Everything decayed into new lava level. And I made it maybe softer then it could be. Me and my friend Chery were in the room with many plastic different colour toys and toy houses on the carpet. He took one in the hand, smiled and said: " Wow, I even have no face. We were just toys thinking so much about ourselves. Thinking we are so individual"

  Some suburban places callin' for any soul. They hear you. Two young man with long hair and some dreadlocks on the old & rusty bus station. Rare, muddy view, very pleasant, really. Many hills around here - some have eyes, some have doors. Rainy weather, very wet.

- Wake up my friend.
- Hey, who are you? Are you my friend? - asked man with a sick voice.
- Yes, i am. My name's Shikha, and Scholakhomol is yours.
...moaning as an answer first, then some words too...
- mmm...feel like I just returned from the eternal travel. Don't rememberin' anything. Hey, Shikha...mmm. So, why my name is so long and dumb?
- No idea. Itsjuz yours, you should not speak in such way about it.
- Oh, ye? I'll think of your words, Shikhalomol-son.
- Just forget it. I have bad news for you. You had a complex dream and now you have failed to wake in a real world. You lost this ability.
- ...right is who see reality as a dream.
- Ye, man - that's all right but I still do not remember anything such as you do and few people I've seen around here all with their heads shaved and speaking unknown language. Showin' no wish to help or at least communicate to us.
- Oh, I see. You can have no doubts about that - we just have to go further and find something. Ground will pull us down, but we must stay strong and proceed.
 - Yes, we definitely need your something, I feel it with all my soul.

  So'  they made their way for about 10-15 kilometres forward the badly asphalted road. It was very dark and the moon was like full. They could not enjoy the view, cause they were the view and the moon was observing. Finally they entered some village. Old wood houses around the lake. Seems like few people live here, and those who live are sleeping now. Strange but legs were not tired, like ground carried characters. They walked through the village.
   Then the crossroads was about 100 metres from them, they noticed a man there. His silhouette flickered, he was like disappearing. The dog barked somewhere around. Scholakhomol found that dog and asked it to stop. Dog looked at him for a minute and laid asleep. 
   Silhouette stopped blinking and guys got to him. The man began talk first without making a movement.

  - What do you need here? Get out.
  - Oh, that's wonderful - you speak our language. So, my name is Scholakhomol and this is Shikha, - said Scholakhomol and Shikha nodded. - We're little lost and don't understand what's happening.
   - Ok, young men. Let me explain, I'm now sleeping and you feel like you are the most important person on the earth, rushing into my dream and complaining. What do you want now?
   - Maybe we should sleep too? - said Shikha quietly.
   - I am tired of all this, I want to return to motherhouse, - said Scholakhomol.
   - You so sure you have one, Scholly? - asked man and smiled a little
   - Maybe you should imagine it or something.
   - No, I getting awake now. So' You can live in a shed behind my house for a while I think. I have some things to fix here. I'll let you know what work you two should make for me in the morning. Good bye...oh' I forgot - my name is Loi. But unfortunately it seems that you will no need it. And my house is that - the last on the street.

   Loi disappered. Guys standed on that place for a while, then they went towards the field. Sun began rising.

   Ancient greeks believed their thoughts to be voice of the gods. It is definitely worthy some respect. Look how situation degradatively changed now.

   Our thoughts are messages. They will not leave us alone. Many people try to avoid our thoughts. It is not right  and we feeling it. Alcohol and drugs in familiar used to deny feelings. Its obvious but its not the proper way to use them.

   Depending on information that I found I can say that people by nature follow their thoughts. So - whose have power who design and control the thought generation in our head and make them fight against our soul. We are totaly confused thinking of some things that seem to be all fake.
 
  Beware. Be weird.

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   All is equal, make your sequel .....damn...learn English well.

  Ban television, ban city advertisement for example, ban this post. You have no time to be confused with this shit. You already confused much. Be an advertisement yourself. Be a  livin' symbol of the open-minded personality. Do your little help for us all. There is no future 4 u unless you become it.

  Why do You want new salty lays max(hard to write that in such case, they really so tasty, and it is not random), Why do You want that expensive shoes, why left or right, why do YoU know that melody from the latest pop song. Ask urself, think of it and make steps to get rid from that shit in future. I want You all to understand - the battlefield is your mind.

 Hey, yo! Happy birthday, Rotceps. Wassup?

So...I find myseld somewhere near Medvedkovo. I find myself drunken up to hell, and  I don't give a fuck what am I doin' here. I fell like sleeped a lot of time in far places, but finaly woke up in a wrong. 

I scream, I moan, and I am trying to go somewhere, where I will be a liitle more near to my home. So cars pass by and people stoppin' just say that I have no hope 4 returning home. I scream already. I scream again. I am going somewhere along Medvedkovo,

 I hear people stopin' car. I hear the word "Veshnyaki", and this word really praise my ear. So' I get along. I say, Hey man, what do you know about Veshnyaki. Man and his girlfriend. Really rude boy and 25 years old women asking for a car. I am comin' in too. Man asks me if I I have money, but I have no. Kind man he is.

I am in the car. I speaking with a girl on a backseat. She is like interested in my life. I do not give a fuck what I am doing in Medvedkovo and in a car also. After all, I am home just exactly near my station platform, all the road talking with a 25 years old woman, so I just have 100 metres luckily to go. Fuck. Isn't it fucking wonderful. I fell like main person of the city again. I gave my thanx, I gave my lucks, good bye,man and thank you really. Luck to the people that feeling good to help me.