Anyone who believes in logics of self-nature and self-intelligence is delusional. Our creation and course through time is nothing more than an endless "journey" of specific and confusing genes.
That was the only way I could explain my adoration for the sea (Sailor in Heavy Flannel).
The sight was hilarious! Surreal depiction of poor southern whore! "Before the execution, they want to ridicule and humiliate the proud terrorist inside me," I thought, "but on the other hand, I am being ridiculed too" (The Terrorist Within Me).
I was born to destroy beautiful pictures, not to make them! I had to come to terms with the idea that in this field even "nothing" was often the "regular fleet" while I was always the "pirate askeri"! (Age limit).
Three short stories with a slanted and playful look at difficult life circumstances, or otherwise how self-sarcasm and sarcastic mood is reduced to a drastic method of undermining them.
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