REALITY-TRANCE

Then fifty years later, when it was all autumn, agaric, disappointed, and we would be cynically hair-splitting, I would like to see for a single day the people who advertised it had something to do with them. To look at the man and the sinking city along the rolling Danube.

A single mitzvah, lost look would be enough just for me to understand and know what he estimated, what each "average" took him, or what the cyber passed on to digital hippie nomads. Will there still be a meaningful culture and science without demagogic and propaganda?! Skinny riddle consolation.

I would be a silent yet testifying witness to Gyugó among the many little Tomoceusz Katatiki. Merely left perception in the laririntus mazes of the inner soul. The age of half-wild wild barbarians now seems to be fading, the tabloid media is brainwashing with half-stupid superstitions cherishing luxury dreams. The absurd joke about it all is that man is always a alamus, tuna sheep prisoner of his own Age! Whether we lived in a given century may be remembered by my dog. Invalidity stands in nebulae that also devours outlines, as do ourselves and, if you are lucky, some famous people can be the most modest, loyal historian with a vile lexicon data cut from a few daggers! While the hidden Anonymous continue to die, they are forgotten by the ruins of vanished manuscripts.

One hundred years from now, we will not be and no matter how much we want a "tradition" as a kind of dignified life to faithfully remain lawyers and notaries petty, his first-time materialization can deprive the creative individual of the worthy preservation of his or her goods!