In the signs of the future constellations of the future, sober mind is hardly spinning. Loose, casual mostly English-filled words go through alpine, tacom-**** style between the debris of the existing everyday language and speech; It is the only curse of eternal, spiral manifestations, as the petty, manipulative spirit of modern cyber rebellion is increasingly shaped in feverish celebrity and party-faced clone.
The XXI. The feverish science of the 20th century vocabulary will not be more than a mere pathetic ridicule, which is approached by a curved, mummy-image professor with a scientist, who is close to the principles of scientist-hitting, they are.
Now, the podium of wet cathedrals from the gluttonous hands of the crap and the gluttonous hands, just like the majority of farm schools left without central heating; After all, the quality, high-quality education for wealthier students is ducal and while hard-to-be-loyal Sagittarius Misik began to be a hole in the small town streets in the dragged Kalucsnik, perhaps, what kind of life can they still be?
A single row of compassion -certainly not many -is less and less listening to the companies of thoughtful sober, because the grinding parable is not worth it here; No livelihood life will be sufficient to become educated again not only the average mass man-but the hyena century. Cells, secret, apocryphally smell, rarely create lively action, deed, ready to develop, determined will.
With a moodlessness, only devil-cramped ******* can only rattle, digging their selfish, self-curtains; Because now it is more, while nothing is humiliated and is already humming itself on the sediment of everyday life!