first day of holiday

Thick wall abandoned me from the world of realities, some said. The others are preparing cars, check it out for a place to camp, and sitting right behind the screen is a nonsense pleasure, watching all and all, thinking and feeling, thinking and feeling, thinking and feeling. Ehhh. You've been asked frequently not to be depressive man with great ideals, to see the animals hovering and swimming in the lake. There's much time to wonder in loneliness, some said. You'll be ready for doing fascinating and stuff. Soon you find your jacket and mountain parachute. Shoes and socks over there on the special equipment bag. You start crawling at first, for having no good friends around but you know? As much you get older, dense of sorrow decrease to the point of zero and para-metrically you feel like apathy indifference toward ague senses, at least once experienced in bed long-time mechanism. Going somewhere with great ideals, to meet new flowers and god's green earth, is a better choice for those who hate people at a rapid pace. They are all from judgement valley. A place where cars and cats and nations are equal till the end. People all over the world know what's wrong with lone rangers. however, for some secret reasons you'll never beholden. You see at the mirror, your poor hands has nothing to do with your face, finally there's no enthusiasm left for ejaculating. Your GF is an imaginary man, gay one, sometimes invite you to judgement valley. A place where dirt and inequality liquidated. For some reason, you the people claim power of will, you're really strong of that because nothing left to be ashamed for riding nonsense kilometers to path way.