We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
My life isn't a singularity, but for those robots, they find me growing lilacs, intense fashions set again a blue moon, and eye deep radiance from transparent like green, my left hand touches into deep cosmic stew, I dream the trees as I pass by, why you?
In line with death nothing feels right, missed chances evolve like radiation touching upon flowers, a fated idiocracy of bad religion, and worse fakeness to spread into shadows hidden under floor boards, a nail pounded many times, never give in, can't give up, and moves the bed of wrong headed drunken thieving phonies.
Russia and any modern despotism has an important illusion, a very great impressive illusion, but when the illusion fades, so does the power. It is easy to shatter the illusion. If you live in a democracy be glad that underneath it all there is true patriotic feelings.
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