1. Media trends create the murmur of birds and fish of despair and selfishness, into metaphorical symbols of the pareidolia of the herd instinct's illusions. The two-faced meanings of the anogram of the paradoxes of egoism. 2. My poetic dream, from you a powerful erection of youth sticks out your tongue and drooling, sweet passion caresses the hearing, the sense of smell sharpens, the sight blinds, the gift of speech is lost, the taste satisfies, the sense of touch is stuck in the memory, the intuition does not stop talking about you, all six senses speak of you. All about you and visions and dreams. you are my insatiable passion and pleasure. I am obsessed with you subconsciously and unconsciously. You are the cure for impotence and oblivion, you are my libido and testosterone, you are the poetic orgasm of catharsis. an erotic masterpiece of genetics, and an endless romance of euphoria. The only decoration of life and reality. Delight before a heart attack. I love you all my life to the very depths of my subconscious. My subconscious is calling only you one. 3. How we think at night. Thoughts before going to bed change consciousness. During the day you are an optimist, and in the evening you are a sage and a pessimist. And sometimes it seems that at night the head thinks more rationally. At night we think that we are doing a lot of unnecessary things during the day. We are chasing stupid desires. And at night we conclude what we did in the morning. Whether it was beneficial or not. And finally, in the afternoon, we forget about everything and start doing what we want with optimism in our head. The night is, of course, good to think and understand what we do not understand in the morning. This is when there are many cars during the day and fewer cars at night. And the brain works better. 4. The ecology of body and spirit is destroyed. 5. A woman in a relationship subconsciously continues to play with childish voodoo dolls manipulating with the help of guilt. 6. Memory is an aftertaste. 7. 1. Reincarnation gives chronic fatigue from life, or all of the same. Or it is unbearable to endure new lives. 2. A person is a brilliant actor who has been portraying a person all his life. 1. Violins sound nervously like the buzzing of bees - these are thoughts. 2. Intuition is like the buzzing of bees, the cry of souls. 3. Benefit seduction is when you orally caress the erogenous zones of the ego. 4. Only love adorns the dimension of emptiness. 8. On all television channels, programs about animals. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

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