1. Sociopathy of power The world is plunging into a selfish, marketing, deadly sociopathy of power. People unite into groups of egoism, egoism unites them, billions of people think about themselves, each group builds its own system. An epic blockbuster of facial lies and self-deception. She collides with another system of egoism, the war of egoism in the eternal struggle for absolute power. Selfishness returns humanity to the child's consciousness of revenge, thus the world is ruled by childhood fears and childhood traumas. 2. The embedded logic of egoism, the promotion of marketing theories of hypotheses, ideologies and opinions - these are all legal drugs of apophenia and simulacrum. 3. Humanity is entangled in the web of its own egoism, people get entangled in their own self-deception, where they manipulate clip thinking, the blindness of cynical skepticism, where they react not to truth, but to social status, each thread of selfishness was formed by the line of human instinct, billions of vicious threads of selfishness, transform everything into nonsense, and lead the herd instinct to a dead end, collective, mass consciousness. 4. Where does time lead us and how deep is the black hole of illusions, time takes us to another dimension, everything seems exotic and an unknown world, a world that becomes native, and life is like a wondrous dream of illusions. Time confuses or creates discoveries for us. The biology of the body reveals a philosophical lesson for us under the yoke of time. It seems that time leads nowhere, like a compass that moves in a circle. In a hurry, we make a lot of mistakes and unconscious sins, the time machine accumulates dirt. 5. Poetry lives in the present. Poetry is the value of what is in this life. 6. Contemporary thinking in contemporary art, an associative collage of banality, turns into an empty formality, expressed in an ugly imagination, where people try to surpass their own selves in a vicious imagination. 7. Nature adorns life. 8. The universe is so eloquent in its colors poeticises reality, romanticizes nature. There is no more beautiful prose writer than the nature of the universe. 9. Nature is a dream of great and greater. The heart becomes infinitely free and the soul becomes gigantic when we are in nature. We become part of the great. We become a part of ourselves when we are in nature, we feel a kinship with it. Nature is romance in which we realize everything and everything, all the pettiness and insignificance of what we feel in the city, we become ourselves. 10. Various martial arts schools of thought and philosophy, including the style of the drunken master. Discipline and training in truth, the only path to enlightenment. The power of thought breaks stones and bricks. They fight with the power of thought, they fight for the power of truth, others at the expense of tactics, and still others at the expense of deceit. Fights for absolute power over people. Recruiting students, universities of theories and academies of paradigms. Martial schools of philosophy, all kinds of martial arts thinking, all fight for the title of dogma. Since the truth is fragmented and forms its own flora and fauna of the evolution of thinking. Some strive for divine truth, others add GMO spices of instincts, vices and selfishness. 11. Too much truth is the style of a drunken master, intoxicated by the sweet wine of philosophical poetry, piercing ages, the comical third eye of philosophy, the power of irony and sarcasm of which will break the stone of stupidity and the ice of indifference. Developed dexterity of thought, manipulates the fighting techniques of aphorisms, and philosophical poems, and quotes from a drunken master, an elusive prose writer of aphorisms, leaving no chance. Loneliness enhances the power of the blow, and the fiery, dragon's breath of truth, the depth of thought, piercing consciousness and subconsciousness, piercing the infinity of time. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

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Aphorisms Design adjustment of values ​​in memory in a hierarchical order of values. This order changes egoism, but not you. All the secrets of life will reveal loneliness in self-knowledge. Some people are stuck in their quantum projection (the human body). Porn with matter itself corrupts in materialism. Poetry You are like a hot water source of passion, there are solid giant tsunamis of sperm between your legs, there could be a great worldwide sperm sweat from your beauty in the world. You're all tidbits, spicy aesthetics of beauty, you're my only erotic hobby, waterfalls of compliments, eternal call of lust, the unity of our universes makes us complete, you turn me on so much that I have a groin injury, you give me endless testosterone gas station with endless oil, a geyser of tenderness, you are the last thing I want to see in this life when I die of love for you, you are the eternal thought of love, all the molecules of my body and soul are drawn to you, it is so beautiful knockout, eloquent eroticism in your luxurious figure, the paradise of my lust, how I love your nya-nyams (charms), your juiciness, I want to immerse myself in your juiciness, mythical beauty as a beautiful legend of love for you, your beauty is the result of the lust of the Gods. You represent sweetness. The skin of the threads of sex, the color of a juicy fruit of paradise, a juicy garden, a waterfall of lust. Like a lunatic I go to you. jokes Mud bath news. The crisis is growing, the wrinkles of patience are getting bigger. A banter competition between days, weekdays compete whose jokes will be funnier, whose trolling will be funnier. Rating and rates when a person cries. The past is a hangover, you see a person from the past trying to sober up to remember. The present is an autopilot binge. You are ready for the future. Love skinny girls, necrophile, I can see her bowels pulsing. In old age, wrinkles grow as if they want to hide the face from the incessant trash of life. Wife! Where is my feed! Tall girls are a class, roll around your neck. You are below her vagina and ask like a child to handle. Muscular girls are a class, choking with biceps and saying: who is the slave of my clitoris, who? Her boyfriend replies: me. You are rich? The clitoris sticks out. How are you? While alive. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich