This is my flower for your barrels of the gun...

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Tomas Petru
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This is my flower for your barrels of the gun...

[this status is longer than usual, so lets make it blog]

Dear diary,

I have found I want to live in peace.

You could['nt] tell me, you WILL FIRE me from work, when [if] I will continue to write my texts [on 10 other soc.networks, you know. and I will, trust me. I do for more than 10 years ], you can['nt] treat me like dog, But in the merit of things is peace in yourself that matter. I have lost it for some time [it happen sometimes] , because I want to do more I was able to do, for you. It seems I'm not prizes winner. Are you?

And now I know, that this is MY life, not some survival in hurry game.
[I'we found this important!! please quote on your walls and in your mind.]

So this is my flower for your barrels of the gun.

Fuck your angriness, fuck your compromises, fuck whatever you are, if you are not friend.
And if you are friend, you will understand me.

Intelligence is not wisdom & wisdom is the power. I will get some, soon or later.
Wanna fuck me, try harder fuckhead, wannna me fuck for you, treat me as the friend, even you are not one. That is matter leaders are made of. Demagogic angry pigs just die of heard attack or hemorrage, soon. I'm not.
Understand?

[important worlds as resume: friendship, peace, fuck you, I, my, life]

Good night.
~ TP

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