Welcome to my content... Dear subscribers and just readers, I want to say right away that I am not a blogger, I am a simple person like you… With a slightly strange and complicated life, like everyone else… And for the most part I am a writer and an artist rather than just a blogger... and I like to do my thing… but unfortunately, due to being so busy with studies, work, and family, it’s difficult for me to find time for my content… and I have to work 8 hours a day to feed my family and finish my studies… if you are still interested in what I am doing and interested read my thoughts, then you can donate me… I assure you I don’t need a lot, I’m not going to live on donations my whole life, I just need to collect 50 bnb for everything… Why do I need this? I’m going to open my NFT collection and accordingly Binance asks for a transfer 1 bnb for 1 NFT collection… and I want to release a small series of my content collection... for one thing it will allow me to pay off all my debts, which is why I have to waste my time on worthless work… And I’ll immediately make a reservation that all donations are of your own free will, I don’t force anyone… If the collection becomes a bestseller, I will try to return all donations to each donor's in the form of NFT or other currency value… all my reading posts are free… so thanks in advance and enjoy my content… who likes it, like it, who hasn’t subscribed, subscribe if interested and repost if you think it’s important for yourself…
Hello guys! here I'm again… I want to tell you why I am here and why I am doing this. I want to say right away that I am not here to report on market forecasts, about the rise of crypto or other ways to make money. I think there are enough bloggers here who write about this without me. I'm here to shout to you: - Hey! stop thinking about money... What about your inner world?... Cuz, Meta is created precisely for this, so that you can touch what you don’t have, to be heard and know that you are not alone, that someone is also like you and feels the same… Why then all this s@#t if you are dying from the inside… That's why I am here… Here I want to share my thoughts, feelings, advice, stories, my words… maybe I will be heard…Of course, I don’t expect anything, I do this for my soul… But maybe you will find yourself among in my lines… and maybe in the end we will laugh about it all together… and maybe one day you will feel me… Cuz I did all this for the sake of a smile appearing on your face with a loud laugh… because there is enough s@#t in life without it…
One day, the da#πed SUITCASE accidentally appeared at the door of the high school, Well, the stupid schoolchildren, as always, mistook this SUITCASE for the Math teacher’s Suitcase, decided to troll him, they s#¢t in the case, everyone took turns... After that the horrors began… Every night the ghost 👻 of £@#ing communism began to haunt them and takes them away one by one. At first he only watched them, then the eye peeked out from the toilet hole from time to time, then you can hear a whisper from the toilet with comments “Hey you! What are you doing there? What are you s@#£ting here! What the £@#k! Are you £@#|{in dum£@$s?”… Having brought the teenager to the required condition (usually this takes three days), on the last night he takes the victim, coming out of the toilet with a Sickle and a Hammer and in a classic suit, a black jacket and trousers, and he looks so much like a small old man, bald… And if you ask his name... asking who are you demon? Then he will scream with a terrifying screem: I am not a DEMON for you!!! Then he takes the da#&3d one with him… People say there is only one way to get rid of a curse, pass it on to someone else. To do this, you just need to s@#t in someone else's toilet)))... 👻⚰️☠️🌃👹👾💀🍬🍭🎃🕷️🕸️🖤🕯️🕵🏻♂️🕵🏻♀️🦇
A simple explanation of the theory of Catharsis. Let's try a simple thought experiment.Imagine that you have a large sheet of paper, which stretches endlessly into the distance in all directions.And draw a dot on it, let's say that this dot is your fictional character named Jimmy, so let this dot be called simply “J”. Now draw another point where his first events and movements will be where you think Jim will follow. Call the event or its first journey the point “W” (Way) draw a line between the
They were glad to die… not immediately, no, only at the last moment… and obvious relief… because they were afraid, and then for the first time they saw how easy it is to end fear. They saw in the last split second… who they were… saw how they played out the whole drama themselves, which was just a pitiful mixture of arrogance and lack of will… But with this can end it, realize that it was not worth holding on to that life… just let it go… Realize that all your love and hate, memory and pain are all one and the same things… this is all one dream… the dream you had in a locked room… The dream that you were a man
Catharsis Of Rust Cohle For us, time seems linear, but for them, beings of other dimensions and worlds, time simply does not exist… Cuz it seems to us that everything grows and develops and everything goes somewhere, dies… For them, time and space are just flat paper and everything that is on, it is in superposition… and our weak consciousness can comprehend only a few events from infinity creating the illusion of one line, driving like a car along the track along the memories remembered by a fragment in the labyrinth of Catharsis… And like a squirrel in a wheel we run somewhere over again and again, reliving one and the one life… for us the world seems like a sphere... but for them... it's just a circle…
I think everyone faces this problem of 'Laziness'. When urgent matters or the most important ones are somehow put aside in a drawer ‘I’ll do it tomorrow or later’ as a result, days, weeks, months pass. Have you ever wondered what is the reason for this behavior in yourself? What is wrong with me? In this article I will try to briefly explain some of the reasons for the origin of ‘Laziness’. And how to find a cure for it.What is wrong with me?I want to describe a couple of the main reasons for th
How do I start? When the alarm starts ringing, like a ears-drilling, Stupid song… Killing a piece of my soul, it means it's time to wake up…
Tell me when? this torment will be end, When I stop dragging my a$s out of bed. Everyday trying to find suitable pair of soks, paranormal jokes. kicking to work, chumping coffee on the road. Maybe I'm tripping in hell
Stumble on my way on roadless streets. Trying to avoid every puddle and sleets. But fate has its fun, with each slip and slide. Leaves me wishing I'd just stayed inside
But today…
I don't want! To do this anymore! Just F@&k that all, shut the door… Stay in home and lie on the bed, Till my suffering doesn't end
Yeah I want nothing to do... let my dreams on their own come true… For now I'll be lie down.. and watch a TV show
Yes I'm a lazy, lazy a$s… but this is the only best a part what I have… I'll be wait until happiness itself knocks on my window…
how can I earn money for live. Pay bills and loans?
Do the things we have determine who we are? Expensive smartphone, car, computer... do they make us more successful? Happier? There are scientific arguments that everything has consciousness. Theory put forward by Giulio Tononi. He said that if matter has a large amount of connected information, then it has a system, and the system revives its proto-consciousness, and he presented an example of a connection of molecules. Their discussion begins from the moment when the universe appeared, then initially with matter consciousness appeared same time, and to be a little reliable, then its beginnings, that in the end, we are came, out of the final product. But the question is: Do the things we buy change us? Do they have a little bit of soul in them? Or do we animate them ourselves? Do we control them? Or are they us? Does the algorithm know me more than I know myself? Does it see me from the inside?
Do they give us meaning to live? Or are they dragging us into the abyss of madness? Who we are without them? Who would Arthur be without his Excalibur? Who am I without my pain? Sometimes it seems to me that the line when gadgets merged into one with us, has long been passed… And we no longer need to regret or grieve about anything… #MetaEntertainment #Metawerse #MetaThings