My, soul’s, your’s

Reality is so implausible at times, that hurt my eyes like a bad acting.

No sense – there is time.

Righteous rebellion in our time is not expected.

Unconsciousness does not always figure!

Identity, that’s really scary.

Ideal people do not exist. But no. Not ’cause it does not exist at all. Simply for everyone it’s different.

The imperfection of the world lies in the indifference

Seek no idea where it is not.

If the head comes nonsense – you’re alive

It’s much easier to overlook the enormity.

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~ by headintheflowers on August 20, 2010.

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