The time traveler burned up. The man asked where the street of digital, and such apparently in the city apparently not yet. Probably not in the downtown.

Changing the world is simple. It is enough to choose an object and perform a number of easy operations on it. When an object (which is part of the world) changes in accordance with our wishes, a dispersing wave of distortions arises around it, and the world adapts to the new conditions under which the object can exist.
The easiest way is to operate yourself. To influence others or the environment in such a way as to the desired result, and not just to forge a sludge, can only true masters. Only an idiot can change himself.

... - before commenting on someone else's comment, read not only the comment you comment on, but also the comment by which the commented comment is caused, and at the same time check for comments of the commented author after the commented comment.

And you can continue the poem about hopeless carrots, please!! to

Fuck the scheme: when the economy is fine, people have money, prices rise. When the economy is in the ass, the population is rapidly poorer, demand is falling to compensate for the losses of bargains - prices are again, blatantly, rising. I see something wrong here!

Wendy is muting! Updates are over again!

I watched from the balcony the painting "Two Solitudes Meet". A man, whose car at night announces the whole courtyard with screams for two hours (seemingly, he does not know how to distinguish a homeless cat from the hijacker), and a grandmother with a little dog, who at every walk abhorrently whispers, so that the glasses cling to each other in the spirit of "Yes, you have at all, observe the silence, your mother!"

I caught myself in the thought that whoever of them molested, I personally in any way in the plus.

Ivan Tsarevich walked through the forest, suddenly looking at the rabbit under the bush. He grabbed the arrow, targeted the rabbit... And the rabbit only looks at him sadly, and does not say a word.
Why are you silent, Rabbit? Why don’t you ask me to have pity, to let go home, to the little children? Will you ever be useful to me again?
- You laugh? replied the rabbit sadly. - Well what is the use of me, the dishes myself? Only valuable fur gives two or three kilograms of meat. I have nothing to buy from you. I do not have small children.
He breathed and added with hope:
If you can, don’t kill me, right? Please please.

Rice cannot kill three adult men.
Well, it depends on how much explosives are attached to it.
ZZZ: Are you going to go? The Ricehead? The terror?

How is it.

This insult can only be washed with blood.
and may. Will you wash the blood afterwards?

“Pinkerton’s Spirit,” Canterville’s Ghost won’t lie.

Action and Resistance
“Mazuka, explain to me. Why the end of the world, I can understand. Why did you need a flood?
to me? Why did you think it was my idea?
And whose one?
Well, I just answered the prayer of a man dying in the desert. With the same strength with which he prayed.

XXX: Recommend the movies. Fantasy / Fantasy
YYY: USD by 30 rubles
XXX is AHA. Honest Members
zzz: and the absence of corruption, ah

From the discussion of another Chinese miracle - "phytolamps"

Mmm: Comrades experts, but how much crop can you grow under a lamp? Is it worth it at all, or is it all purely for Pontus?

SSH: I have taken it. First one, then four. Because it really works. I had a tree on the balcony. I threw her out of the room there in March - the grandmothers were tired of weeping already - she was there and lay on the floor. The needles are over, all things are there, one sorcery remains terrible. I wanted to throw it out of the balcony, but there is that shit of the neighbor - Maybach. I didn’t throw that shit! And then I took the lamp, so that the fruits on the seedlings went up to the potato - the root! Lighted this lamp on the root, and on the tree accidentally, and then the tree crumbled!!! The roots of the beetle started immediately!! And then I accidentally locked the cat on the balcony. In the morning I go out to smoke, and there are eggs. Not a cat. The cat is no more!! But he dropped! Large specifically, like C0, a whole dozen, and the cat is happy! I took three more lamps later. The guys!! I will not even tell you what my tree started to grow, and what other meat and dairy products the cat began to issue!!! You won’t believe it, but you shouldn’t!!! Check it yourself! Get these lights right now and check out!!! to

To believe in a bright tomorrow, knowing that yesterday was better than today, can only those who are dumb.

Angels and maniacs.

Climbing in the transition of the subway from the ring to the radial, I picked up for a warm forearm a girl who stumbled around the staircase next to me. She turned to the slightly unshaken, but still heavenly beauty of her angel-savior and whispered “Thank you.” Negligently smiling, "more accurately, sweet lady," the angel-saviour of the descending and falling on the stairs of the girls moved to his platform and entered the new (Sobyaninsky, they suggested) subway wagon.
I stand and... right. I do not touch anyone. I soundlessly swing my lips, count the metro station to "Kotelnikov" and at the same time pretend that this branch will be laid down to Shack or, in the end, to Ryazan.
Here is my platform. There is a girl in front of the door. “Sorry, are you going out?” she turned and sneered. Then she turned around again and stirred me with a slightly suspicious and quite a little cautious look. Fathers, this is she, saved by me – a simple and unknown hero, that little girl, who on “Taganskaya” almost stumbled! The beautiful angel from the province smiled to her in all his snow-white twenty-four teeth, and the ungrateful witch took to turn away. As soon as the door opened, she instantly shut up. Strange people, these mosquitoes.
Okay to CH.
I go out of the subway and look for my bus. Long sought... people, dirt, cars, buses and long red lights on the crossings. A normal spring, my grandfather.
At the stop he stood away from people to smoke. Someone was already smoking behind a pillar and a roof and I also walked around the corner. Should I tell you who I encountered?
She said “oh” and, pushing me, ran away. Probably the bus approached her.
In a few minutes I saw them both. She did not sit on the bus. Instead of the bus, there was a police officer with her. They went to my side. The sergeant had cold and steel eyes, and apparently in vain the creature I saved had the index finger stretched to my side.
Crying to them from a distance, "we, the maniacs of the Divevsky district of the Nizhny Novgorod region, just don't give up!", the angel jumped into the first bus, which had already closed the doors and was such.
No, I understand her, of course... But a bit offensive.

- I will now prescribe you pills, you will take them five times a day after meals.
Doctor, where can I get so much food?

YYY: You often shoot in the control light. Why do you most often shoot against the light?
Xhx: I have always been against everyone since I was a kid. Against the rules, against the stereotypes. When I took the camera in my hands, someone told me not to shoot against the light. From those I shoot, against the light. I am against the light.

The secret always becomes obvious. But almost always everybody is gone.

There were two men at the entrance with boxes, one of them with red mirrors, the other with blue. The Matrix?

and Marty. The eighth.

Reworked - it is when you leave the office, sit in your Mazeratti and a half-hour you can't remember how it started. And it seems like it’s almost done, but you wake up at 11 o’clock in the evening, still at work.