About karma, Debussy and crystal beads

• Philosophy

								
The present has fallen apart, the future has not come together, only the past remains.
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I string crystal beads on the threads of fate, but she is stubborn, inserting obscene gray plastic.
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Gentle daisies do not want to be guessed at. Make your own choice.
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The runway is broken, the airport is closed. And the weather has nothing to do with it. Are there any more tickets? - asks the latecomer.
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A parody of fate is made now, tragedy strikes later. What moment are you at?
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Karma does not choose, it is present, and the femme fatale does not exist.
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The leaf fell under the tree and the wind carried it onto the asphalt. The rain fell in large drops, and people trampled it into the mud. - Mom, look, this is my painting! “No, this is my life,” thought the tired woman.
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Black and white piano keys played Debussy...
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