Just a guy,who want to live the life as well as possible,without bigger meaning,but live

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It's never quite right, he said, the way people look,

the way the music sounds, the way the words are

written.

It's never quite right, he said, all the things we are

taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we

die, all the lives we live,

they are never quite right,

they are hardly close to right,

these lives we live

one after the other,

piled there as history,

the waste of the species,

the crushing of the light and the way,

it's not quite right,

it's hardly right at all

he said.

don't I know it? I

answered.

I walked away from the mirror.

it was morning, it was afternoon, it was

night

nothing changed

it was locked in place.

something flashed, something broke, something

remained.

I walked down the stairway and

into it.

well,i am interested of many things,nature,science,music,movies,but i don't read much,i used to read some years ago

Natureies..they smell like smug

No way to reality shows...they suck

And never to 'american' tv-shows where i hear this beep-sound when somebody says 'shit'

one flew over the cockoos nest

Norman Mailer:Ancient Evenings

Mika Waltari:Sinuhe The Egyptian

R.R.Tolkien: Lords of The Rings

Kalevala;A Finnish National Epictuary

Ken Kesey:One flew over the cockoos nest