I am sitting as usual in the car and open. I look at the sky and listen to the music, it inspires me strange thoughts. About the problems of earthly and the meaning of life, yes, I went deep into myself trying to understand the essence of the worldview. Why are you here, and why am I here. What is the meaning of our existence who we are people, and where did I ask the question, the brains are tense, why and why we are, but this planet is populated. Where. He will turn, who will help me to lay out everything on the shelves in my head, and who will give a normal explanation of our people of origin with you. Unfortunately, there is still no consequence of the moralizing with the Bible Discrepancy, that we, from the aliens, have assumptions of continuous nonsense, on the bitch are different points of view, and then I will have enough - whether I should find my brains of comfort in confusion, I hide my knees and For God, I apologize for these thoughts, fucking must be stopped, otherwise they will be sent in a study for treatment with the same false geniuses, and there the ultimate shirts for pacification, dry the brain and turn into plants so fucking panic and all these thoughts are nonsense mares of siviva, and I am sitting the fucking evil on myself, because my reasoning drove into a panic
My brains are tense, so still who we are and where are we and why are we sitting here at all, why we are.
