night, i so much hate paperwork.
it just takes out of you all the time and nerves.
and the fucking rain just won`t stop falling down.
...
but i spent wonderful time at one of my offices today.
they served me coffee, talked about budget, calling somewhere.
finally gave me my spa card where i spent two astonishing hours.
in those milky bathes and steamy places. how i love this company.

i also love passionate people, those who can beautifully burn.
i hate the types who are rolling around the place, bragging loudly out
how they love this job, martyr for this job, get divorces, break homes.
for this job. because those who can not love, adore and be warmly,
hardly ever can succeed because all we do is keep trading. no matter.
what and what for. it can be goods, actions, emotions, something to
touch and something only to feel through. those who lack at feeling,
lack at trading. simply because they do not know how to catch between.

i think i am good at merging, i am a keeper, i pray at sex. honestly.
but having the darkest past, scrambled experience, many many faces.
more masks? made me good at trading, selling, exchanging the deals.
love is a deal. a promise. a secret, that you will not tell to anyone aside.
love is a merging. but every buying a new dress for me is a merging also.

it is impossible to teach those, who have no ability. have lesser skills.
it is all a great myth how you can rise yourself up from hell to bygones.
if you do not have it, it will not fall from above. if you have it, keep it hard.
just as simple as that. a short or longer way from A to B. other is not forgiven.