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Posts from Was 2016 the worst year?Auto-translated
A dreary, but tolerable winter; a heavy, saturated spring; summer – perhaps the worst on record, not only in direct terms, but also in indirect ones. Autumn has just begun, and I eagerly await its surprises.
Suddenly, it's been a great year. Existence has become so meaningless that it has turned into banality. I don't feel any sadness or joy, but rather some kind of relief, I guess? It's like I just went to the toilet. It's not joyful, or pleasant, or good, but simply easy. The crap happening around me doesn't bother me at all. And the "lifers" and righteous Christian women on the streets evoke nothing but a slight disgust. In general, everything will be just fine, because it has never been the case that things would be any other way.
P.S. But "lifers" are still scum, may they burn in hell.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Oh, well, since you added that P.S., we definitely won't suspect you of spying on the Lifers, despite your minimal activity with pictures on Kaknasyche (we just ran out, guys, don't get the wrong idea). You're easy to figure out.
It's invigorating, but also a bit nerve-wracking, and my health is getting worse. Well, it's a club for people in their twenties, and every year it just gets worse, no matter what happens. I hope I won't have to join a club for people in their thirties.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers