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About idiots.. (who are not idiots)


There are such office workers, especially in the traps of large corporations. Usually, somewhere in the USA, the office workers do not have their own cabinet more often, only the cardboard wall protects their privacy from another colleague. Clerks work hard, reports in time, but those who have the ability to fuck their brains are taking the opportunity and fucking through all holes on every occasion. The employees feel fucked by everyone. Phone, computer, boss, coworkers, fax apparatus, copier, etc. But in silent, because they have no self-esteem and feels smaller than a punch or bin. But one day their self-esteem rises. They come to work in the morning with a smile and shoot all their colleagues around five minutes before the lunch break and shoot themselves.


There are housewives who play that they like to cook for their husband, wash their socks, iron their shirts, look after their children, and play orgasms in the bedroom in the evenings. But in the backstage of this theatre, ladies eat Xanax, Zoloft, Prozac, Cipralex and fucks with psychoanalyst until one day wakes up smiling. Adds to the soup whole galaxy of sleeping pills for family, and right after dinner when all family falls to eternal sleep, they dress in their wedding dresses and cuts their veins with husbands shaving blades.

There are people who never stop smiling. They did fine, reaching goals in their life. They never complain and plays the performances of the surplus serotonin on every occasion. Work, social contacts, family and everything is sparks like a massive Svarowski crystal and magical golden dust. And one day they disappear. After a month, their rotten dead bodies are found on the coast by the office workers or housewives walking dogs in the morning.

Why?
Because it's probably hard to live the life that makes you sick.

The only devil knows
Do know the devil?

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