Life is nostalgia for happiness, which is replaced by the amnesia of eternity. Consciousness turns into undead, merged together with the endless voids of reality. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich More Quotes by Musin Almat Zhumabekovich More Quotes From Musin Almat Zhumabekovich love rap I savor every second next to you, howl in my soul, because I am your fight, and I join the fight for your heart fight, my heart is not whining, koy (stop in Kazakh), better sing a song with me, howl, love drink, koy, stay with me, sing, because I feel so good next to you, my soul wants to go to rest with you, your beauty killed me, completely amazed, my mind slowed down, everything bombed in my heart, everything shorted out in my head, your beauty blinded me, blinded me again, in bed I will be your sexzil, I’m already, but shed a tear, God is so beautiful, conquered my heart for centuries, lit up the world with her beauty, stopped my heart for a moment, God is so sweet in my soul, you are eternal heaven in my heart. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Love will disappear only greedy selfishness will remain when people are born only from a test tube, and surrogate mothers. Surrogate love is replaced by lust. Love will die, only greedy lust will remain. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Lust in love is short, it is replaced by the philosophical essence of love - it is to appreciate the soul of a person whom you have sincerely loved. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Lust will die from a decrease in hormones. Anger will die of maturity. Gluttony will die of disease and despair. Pride and vanity will die of loneliness. Despondency will die from being bored. Greed will die of love. Envy will die of humility. Human vices are the folly of youth. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Madness is the sweet lie of our minds compared to the truth of sanity. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Make love so that from your passion, everything around you burns out, so that only burnt skeletons on ashes and burning coals are left from you. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Man lives in illusions in the comedy matrix of his absurd vices and paradoxical instincts. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Marketing selfish dogmas and propaganda is the architecture of modern thinking into which modern theories and hypotheses and other kinds of opinions are placed that grow to the level of dogmas. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Memory is a Polaroid camera, where from the negative of the film of bad impressions, from the emptiness of nothingness, a touching nostalgia manifests itself. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Memory is a Polaroid camera, where touching nostalgia manifests itself from the negative of the film of bad impressions, from the void of nothingness. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Memory is a talking toy, by pressing on different parts of the body, you can hear the recording of retro memories. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Mercantile people in love see only benefit, but not truth. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Money is a childhood, love is maturity of the mind. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Money is an evolutionary, infantile stagnation in brain development. At the expense of money, a person seeks to return to childhood and stay there. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Money sharpens predatory reflexes like a blade. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich neural art The neural art of reality formation, forms subspecies of reality, the diversity in which bridges are formed between the skyscrapers of the universe, new floors of thinking, branches like neurons of sensual empathy, branches like a flow of thoughts, intertwined, we are part of the universal organism, we are fragments of time, particles that create shock in reality, making it come to life, feel our energy, the nature of philosophy changes like an unstable chaos creating bright colors of insight, sincerity is the neural unity of all consciousnesses, neurons of the energy of life, the universe, nature, dimensions, times, the interaction of everything and everything creates the evolution of awareness. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Nice beautiful Kazakh woman It is too sweet for my eyes, lips, tongue, feelings when I see you. I gasp with passion. It's so beautiful that I can't hear you, but I feel how I love you. You are a delight for my senses. You are sweet passion and romantic obsession lust. A clear feeling of love. The obsession with true love. Rare exoticism of the passion of voluptuousness. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Not being collected inside is life inside. Fauna of wild instincts that devour each other. Flora of emotions and feelings. Romantic landscapes of impressions. Evolution of thinking in one century. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Not only our organism has a machine structure, but also our modern culture becomes a mechanized association. Filigree study of human behavior, modified by socialization. All this turns us into soulless robots of society. Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Oh beautiful doshirak (instant noodles), how juicy your juice smells, a masterpiece of taste, every drop caresses the taste buds like an erotic massage, here comes my tongue, hot spicy taste, you let my soul soar into heaven, in the heart area tattoo doshirak, I am faithful to yours taste, you are not enough for me all the time, and I miss you at night, oh doshirak, your taste excites, and seduces me in the store, your sexy tutu insidiously seduces. To drag a girl into bed, you even dance an erotic dance for her, she is like a maharajah with beer with sleepy eyes, dance monkey, dance monkey, begins to stroke and pull the clitoris. Yes, your penis is an aesthete. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
