Aphorisms Neurons as quantum threads, neural system as interconnected clouds of galaxies, memory of eternity, genetic philosophy manifests as an echo from the past, ego caricatures of you, in the circulatory system of evolution, undiscovered genomes of awareness, energy channels of the nervous system as wormholes of the cosmos of awareness , they are like veins of dimensions of the philosophy of the universe, interacting dimensions and time epochs, suffering teaches kindness and patience. Poetry your beauty starts the engine with half a turn, tantalizing sexuality, a heart in the twilight without you, you are beautiful before a heart attack, my eternity endlessly craves you, and tastes every moment, every second a romantic poem of love, like endless valleys of aesthetics, landscapes of romance in your body, I know how beautiful my love for you is, the romantic idealism of aesthetics, erase the edges of reality and immerse me in a romantic world in which I am always with you in the depths of my heart, the look of your eyes fills me with beauty and love, and I depend on this look because that this is all I want to see in this life, because through I feel the depths of your spiritual beauty. Serene love of romance, supreme love intensifies to infinity, you are supreme bliss, you are worthy of eternal applause for your beauty, the erotic color of the seduction of your skin, you are the only thing I want to remember in this life, all eternities, I will only idolize you, this will live in my mind, the highest level of aesthetics, the mistress of male lust, the queen of all penises, the queen of male desires, the empress of male love and lust, the goddess of your beauty is worshiped, you are the ingenious uniqueness of eternity, hide in my soul as in a cocoon of love. jokes sex with a skinny mummy is like playing a xylophone made of bones. The squirt of lust will squirt like champagne for the new year when you find her ji point, that is, your gorgeous income. Girls remember their first words for life: no, give, mine, no, and when they grow up they say maybe, in my opinion these are the words of any government. The vague politics of women's relations is unpredictable. The vagina is shaped like a trap, they cut off married men's penises, as they age, they pee while sitting down, because they abstain from sex for too many years, the prostate enlarges. How to deal with haters? I am an energy vampire, I want all your energy, all your mind to drink. I want him to cry because of me, I want him to go to a psychologist because of me, I want him to have nightmares, I want him to constantly think about me, I want his whole head to think only about me and devote his my life, while skipping my own, I feed on his hatred, I see how his psyche is destroyed because of me, I want to dance on the ruins of his mind, if he starts to hate someone else, I will start to be jealous. I want to completely dominate his head, all his thoughts about me, I want his anger to completely destroy him and his karma because of me. And he will certainly go to hell, because of me, because he sinned, God does not forgive everything. If he becomes indifferent to me, then he is cured of his addiction to me. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Too much truth is the style of a drunken master, intoxicated with the sweet wine of philosophical poetry, a comical third eye, whose power of thought will break stone and ice. Developed dexterity of thought, manipulates the fighting techniques of aphorisms leaving no chance.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Too much truth is the style of a drunken master, intoxicated with the sweet wine of philosophical poetry, a comical third eye, whose power of thought will break stone and ice. Developed dexterity of thought, manipulates the fighting techniques of aphorisms leaving no chance. Loneliness enhances the force of the blow, its depth of thought, piercing consciousness and subconsciousness.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Too much truth is the style of a drunken master, intoxicated with the sweet wine of philosophical poetry, a comical third eye, whose power of thought will break the stone of stupidity and the ice of indifference. Developed dexterity of thought, manipulates the fighting techniques of aphorisms, and philosophical poems of a drunken master, leaving no chance. Loneliness enhances the force of the blow, its depth of thought, piercing consciousness and subconsciousness, piercing the infinity of time.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Too much truth is the style of a drunken master, intoxicated with the sweet wine of philosophical poetry, a comical third eye, whose power of thought will break the stone of stupidity and the ice of indifference. Developed dexterity of thought, manipulates the fighting techniques of the aphorisms of a drunken master, leaving no chance. Loneliness enhances the force of the blow, its depth of thought, piercing consciousness and subconsciousness, piercing the infinity of time.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

True love is invulnerable, it will not be overwhelmed by treason, resentment, guilt, you still love, even if you are not loved or not loved. Such love is an independent feeling, it is a paradise energy, a warm, gentle light of sincerity. All whom you loved, all of them may appear in dreams, they turned into energy, they will be in your memory all life.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Truth is obsessed with conscience, intuition speaks with the voice of conscience.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Truth under anesthesia, hypnotic truth serum, under a layer of surrealism of self-deception.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Upbringing is the binary code of the program of the system of society.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Vanity is infantilism in a skipping rope, the main thing here is imagination.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

We are building a new world in isolation from each other, we renounce the foundations and build a new world from the ruins like a sand castle on the shore, reviewing and distorting to infinity, amnesia in the future plunges into the unknown and detachment, like the endless depths of eternity that will give new and new knowledge of the infinite depths of our self, we renounce the genes of the past in order to move on, we renounce ourselves in order to know ourselves in oblivion, we reveal our personality in a cocoon of cyber consciousness, a new level of the world, far from reality, we plunge into amnesia in which nothing let's not remember and appreciate, just plunge into the carefree inevitability of cyber manipulation, an abundance of hypnotic desires, the wind blows in all directions like a tornado tears off the ground and crushes in the fall, the funeral of future generations has already begun, which will fall into eternal sleep in the cyber subconscious. The world is only the abode of the spirit, the world as a companion of eternity, movement in a circle of reincarnation along the axis of the planet, we wind up the thought and strive to come to the core of insight, the body rots like vices, everything in this world is not important, everything is important only for your body, all insults and guilt will rot with our body in the grave, and the soul will become free in the infinity of life, true life after death, life is a prelude to eternity, souls are like stars in space, and the world becomes a galaxy illuminated by stars, fills eternity with wisdom, and life with stupidity, the night is like space, and souls are like stars, during life it was important for us to do stupid things, and after death we are free from illusions, and wisdom opens our eyes, we are afraid to look into eternity, light years of understanding, the body is childhood, the soul is the wise maturity of romance The infinity of life in the insomnia of awareness, in the emptiness we feel the truth of life, farther and farther from illusions, into a world that seems different to people, a world without temptations and illusions, a world in which no one is ready to enter, only adults can enter in spirit, other children are afraid, temporary a feeling of insomnia, we are part of infinity, it has already been, it will still be, a melody like a comet moves in space, a thought that moves in an endless void, blinding the worlds with truth, we are part of true life, when we are awake, the mind is looking for a way out of deception, sadism in relation to our lives, when we succumb to temptation, the stars are like thoughts in the unconsciousness that mixes with the subconscious and creates consciousness, thoughts are like a moment in the emptiness of a meaningless world of self-deception, Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

We are in a ghostly matrix, we are in the past and this is our eternity. In the time loop of karmic nostalgia, reincarnation and the wheel of samsara, where the philosophical romance of the soul and heart intensifies. We do not understand that we have been dead for a long time.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

We are in the womb of materialism, in a cocoon of the illusion of fear. Slaves are born.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

We are part of the universe of her energy, her philosophy. Many worlds can be hidden in us. Civilizations in our thinking. They say that our world is abundant thanks to opinions.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

What does the inner world of a person look like for someone it consists of egoism, and for someone of selfless deep philosophy.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

What is the world The world is two-faced, and man is also two-faced. We pretend that we feel good, but inside we are useless children, hypocrisy is politeness so as not to offend with our terrible truth, the truth about many people is terrible. Inside we are different, we are aware of our loneliness in the world of hypocrisy and stereotyped, brazen deceit, we cannot reveal our true self, as it is not polite, we do not have the right to be ourselves, we do not have the right to be honest, since the truth hurts people, people possessed by ego will not allow pride to be defiled, it threatens with poverty and loneliness, if we cannot be honest, we cannot have friends, if there are hypocritical spies around us, inside we are all infinitely alone in the world of egoists, through the blinds of consciousness, only one the lies of this world. The world is one big consciousness generator technology in the matrix network, technological soulless consciousness, like a blender of feelings, art DJs, the future is becoming more abstract and detached from reality, people strive to abandon reality, live in the bliss of the body, and the body becomes their soul , anatomical immortality that will help you stay in the consciousness of the third dimension, in a paradise of illusions, in a chemical laboratory of bio-consciousness, creating a quantum acceleration of the reaction of the mind, leading to a quantum hyper leap of consciousness to see the future self, cheating of the mind, cheat codes of awareness, we seem to be turning himself into a particle of a computer (city), a micro electrode that does not have consciousness, since it is controlled by its body. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

When hugging your girlfriend, you need to not just hug, you must convey the warmth of love that comes from your soul. What would she feel from this warm sunlight coming from your soul is the merging of the souls of lovers into a single whole. And at that moment, perhaps you will feel that she is holding you a little harder than you are.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

When the strings of anger and the psyche are especially tense - these are special strings of reality, a melody of truth is heard that you will never hear anywhere because it has no analogues since it is random. The truth in which the strings are about to break and a frightening silence of smiling madness comes

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When you realize that you are not allowed to be with the one you really love, this person turns into pain, you want to hug this person and warm up, cry until the pain turns into emptiness. I want the pain never to end, because if the pain goes away, love goes away with it. The pain of love is priceless after a breakup because these are priceless memories of true love that warm you alone.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Will and motivation is a magic ball of fate (toy).

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Without knowing the way of the body, philosophy becomes meaningless.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich