DS

Впервые за долгое время мне страшно. За безысходностью забыл о этом чувстве

Oh I deactivated the x's it was getting too oppressive after all. I'm still in India, and apparently I need to figure out a way to move somewhere far away.

Everyone is writing posts about dope.
I tried with >30 different things, like mescaline injection lol. At one point a German just gave me everything for free because of my Polish-Jewish roots. I like lisa and de-emte, the rest is kinda boring. Currently smoking tobacco and steering with pharma.

I fully support the demilitarization of any corporate armies, and a complete ban on the manufacture and sale of murderous weapons to any private citizens.
I am in favor of a monopoly on killing.

I have dis for addicts, and it's not just about drugs
Addictive like, "oh science, what would we do without it, my iPhones, likes, fucks and rap balalaikas, what about freedom of speech, what about sharia and paisa". Dependent people shouldn't have to decide anything for others in the slightest

Dissociative amnesia is an innovative import substitution for Article 51 of the constitution.

And I'm really a child from the zoo.... station. It's sad to die simply, without reason or purpose. Lately death has been breathing down my neck, but I keep turning around and I think I scared it away... I didn't want to scare it, but I really wanted to look into the eyes of the abyss

That said, I try to help everyone really...everyone I see who needs help. It's probably funny, but nobody complains. I feel murderous....

I don't feel sorry for myself, of course yesterday I drank glycodins, AD and rum and rode a scooter back and forth, I forgot where to go... now I just can't get up in the evening. In fact, I'm close to believing in a higher power to compensate for these fuck-ups.

Against the backdrop of war, I sometimes think that the world is full of traitors, but now I realize it's just stupidity that escaped my field of perception. People satisfy the lust for their own death in the flames of the trumpets of capitalism, which kills the ability to create.

I've been in complete shock now, it was a very difficult dream

Dead people do not stay in this interworld forever, and someone lives already dead, I sometimes really lost contact with a person, although suicides still fly as spirits long. It's a very strange phenomenon, like a game with one life or a lottery...maybe there's still a layer of inaccessibility.

This is not the first time I've had contact with the dead in my dreams. Because of my empathy, trying to understand their nature, I started to die myself. When I learned about it by accident today it became clear and clear - Communication with the world of the dead is real. I've done it

After I separated from his body into "me" I told him you just need to straighten your back and your heart will feel better. The old man abruptly did so and his skeleton separated from his flesh and he died. It was realistic and creepy, and I tried to help, but I couldn't.

My good friend is gone((((... 2-3 days ago I saw him off to death in a dream, I was just told today that he died... I am shocked to realize this internet and the world of the dead... I had a dream and I was an old man with lung problems, it was territorially close by in the countryside

Watching these moms who care about their third child, or businessmen who really enjoy accumulating, I just quietly fucking wonder how come it's so very very far away from me. That kind of life is further away from me than my own death, beautiful far away it is.

You'd think I'd be elevating myself above everyone else here, but no. My life is no better than any other life, just more complicated. I understand why people used to live so little, it's very hard to live with the expectation of being stabbed in the back,alertness taking everything from everywhere.

And as a result, now people already have children at school,pillows and support under their feet. And I acommunicate with people, they envy my hectic life, and I envy their life, but I don’t have and never had the opportunity to live like that, it’s like rock, I tried, but I can’t, I don’t know how

just got fucking tired of running at some point. Activism is an unequal activity, with very few exceptions. You throw in everything you have, time and energy, without looking at the results,then you draw strength like any other ordinary person,then you put nails in the jaws of the regime again-again

This autumn it will be 15 years of running from the cops, 10 when I was travelling between countries and 5 years from the military. It's been killing me.
I realised today that the whole fucking thing about taking a cigarette from the military, I made it up because I didn't realise what was going on.

«there is no revolution in a country that remembers the war…»

this is the place I dreamed of) the big question is what language to write in, but I'll try english