We are all part of the System. It is inevitable. You can rise above, it is possible even to rise to the top. You can legalizirovat yourself, if you don't play by the rules. But the freedom is illusory. You have a longer rope, but the bowl is prettier, Yes chlebowo panaguriste. The walls of your compartment shed plastered playful obayomi in flower. And you without problems can receive a portion of hypnotics or tranquilizers. Or antidepressants with stimulants. To the leash is not pulled....
And so you play by the same rules. Just like everything, cheat and Dodge, lie and act meanly, just fake smile and say scuff polite words, not the gun flying out of your packs. Shake the hand of vile weirdos and even discuss with them joint plans. And sometimes even follow them, Yes, together with these same cranks, continuing internally to hate them and be terrified all anal bottomlessness of them then they were....
And the next day you have other cranks. And chodacki. And someone to see you climbing all the time with the same glued-to-face sugary grimace, and wants something, demands something, asks for something. And you would like to send all 3 letters. And even once sent you when you were younger, bolder, and when you got ahead was almost an Eternity in stock. And now you realize that time flies as much kick as rapidly. And if you several times will give even a verbal pill (and it was given once and not verbal, and even easily, in just a glance!) all those who are trying to cheat you, when you, in turn, are trying to fool them, the System you will cease to indulge. This automatically means worsening conditions. And you're already spoiled, you already like to live well, you already like to choose a soup tastier and stronger drugs. And you, sometimes silently hating yourself, shake a sweaty, smelly palm, stronger useplease at you from all sides. Twist-twist-twist the fucking gear System.
The system churns out new gear. Screws, bolts, axles and other parts. If the piece is initially unformatted, or somewhere in the process of hardening the failure occurs, and then the System does not give up and just finds the details of the new hole. Well, or, in the worst case, if the marriage really happened, down to the bottom of the hierarchy of parts. And it seems like you're such a hipster, spit on the rules and break the frame. Lo and behold, but ten years later already, as other products pipeline, became part of a single mechanism. Proud that you're a freelancer or business owner? Well, well, well, well, my furry friend. And how far and often you go your business? When you can afford to lie in bed if you suddenly, unexpectedly ill? All exactly the same as the others, but the rhythm is somewhat more ragged.
Yeah, go to the income statement for all those who will consider this bout of depression. From depression I was very well cured. Fuck knows why, it was good, but still cured. Now slightly covers sometimes when tired. Begin to see the world for what it is. And he's going to scratch your angles and sharp edges. Rush unrestrained existential angst. Throw it somewhere, and it seemed quiet once again. Splashed out here you have to something to think about. And went on to create surplus value.
Why write? It is not clear. He himself always cram just a rule of life: unable to change something, go and change, can't or won't - accept it and move on. Here and don't want to change anything (this should be completely stubborn to the idea of redrawing the society, and to have an alternative option!), and I understand that it is almost impossible.
Okay, I'll just leave this here. Who wants to comment on - you know what to press and where to drive letters...
