Working....wake up....coffee.....car.....drive.....pc......or in an other stake,go home.....go shopping......
Damn here u enter a store and the 1st u see and can or don't can buy....is fruit...fruit from warm tropical areas on the globe,
most of it,think again,most or a lot of people go shopping and buy food and other stuff for a week or so......or let it bring while they order it from home(lazy,or buzy),so think about that,man and woman with kid enter the store and the 1st they put in their shopping baskets trollys are fruit,next'bread,also stuff that is flat in no time,thenbottles,and glasses with greenery,and meet,and milk and frozen stuff and so,u must see all those people order their baskets in the store or running around and looking and talking and smiling or unhappy looking,butt its always in that store......then somewhere in a corner where u never come u can throw ur wasted battery's and stuff,so no one will throw it there because they dont know they can dump it there......then u see all those cars on the street for that store dump their glass,paper,and more....plastic also(since a year orso,and what do u see in the street where the store is settled............a lot of waste ,flying in the wind on grass and so on,there is no system i think....100ths of cars driving to that place to dump their shit,instead of 1 firm with some trucks driving through the city to collect it......stupid i think,same in the store,u see all those people walking from lane to lane and back and so on,and u see them six times coming back in the same lane..........disorientated by all that stuff or a bad system.......
When i was 18 and standing in line for armyclothes(damn green stuff)1st they gave u was underpants,2nd,throusers,3rd whatever,and so on,and not 1 a jacket,while u standing naked and then underpants,and then go back to get socks,and then go out to get the size of your dick,and then go in to get another size of underpants..thats what happens now u know...where i life,all around me,dogs on chains waiting for their "friends"in rain with all kinds of characteristics,smelling on your ass,shit on the street,and people throwing stuff outside,or kill eachother,looking sad,people with gold teeth or smoking sigarettes selling homeless streetjournals,or make music with whatever(that's a positive fibe)smelling thoughts u can't take with u while u walking on the street,butt when u somewhere in a green area u can take flowers,get some other stuff u can eat,here u can't take anyting from the street,what u like or need,or that makes u happy...anoing it is......time to go to humanbirthplace the forrest and set one internetconnection there and let people surf naked there,or with a rabbitskin on their asses or a leave,no then they feel happy,if u go sometimes to an office..damn,most of them looks sad,just sad,empy,real empty,u get a feeling in there that u r dying in space,because their lifes nothing,and on the street here,u feel u r in a mental institute created by anything and everything,and in the and it's nothing more then some elements running driving around,flying away...and on....
U ever feel that u r getting crazy because somethings try to make u crazy or so....yes mental institute,thoughts and feelings,manipulated or real......HELL!!nope.....on a cloud and heaven and then its freezing there above..and those clouds full of positive and negative ionisated h2o became icerocks and chrush all mental members of that institute...enjoy the silence....hehehehehe
or yesterday,go to a fatfoodtakeitwithurestaurant,for one bear,i guess 12 people in there,and what do they all do(at least 8 of them)doing nothing butt staring at their cellular screen,weird shit,no talking,only staring and waiting for death hot meat and patato's....sad area here a bit........but...sometimes u hear some positive things...but later u know the most are false positives..........lalalalalala hahahahaha,time to throw some cows here and ducks and flying cats,goos and elephants,some tigers,and Noah with his wooden brick to take them away and let the rest swim in their salty tears.done with it
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