Mental background

From
date
of the zero point finally reached,
I'm making up for it

Wise apprentice

Catching up with yourself is The source
It's from there that everything climbs
The growth of the hot magician is not a bad thing

It is necessary to understand - to admit, for some
That you should look after yourself as if you were your own child
To accompany oneself meekly, firmly on the path to independence from everything,
towards self-reliance

Making room for the uselessness of the other is a dynamic of happiness
OTO suffice is not based on the rejection
Racists don't understand sustainable development
It is development that they hate
The other is only admirable, only lovable insofar as he is luxuriously devoid of utility
The zero point is there
Clean slate of poisons
You only need yourself to live and a few chosen wonderful people to have fun

Poor popular education prevails
Which harms/day/night the individual
To its true happiness as if it were a deliberate attempt to make the human being a beast of burden
Silly in short, to want to divinize everything

Choosing your happiness, first point
If it is not the only quietness of the garden whose seasons we follow
It is an energy accelerator
This comes from another source
It is no longer the contemplation of natural beauty

Not only that

The cultivation of energy is the agrarian work that sows active happiness
Intense exhilaration, chosen work is a remedy for the misguided notion of love
This is the second point
The second benefit of the adventure

Getting by

The sick happiness of the passion dependent on someone other than oneself
Devour as fire consumes
Nothing will remain of it
That a little passing warmth immediately dissipated
Waste energy from wide open fireplaces
Eyes wide shut, intensive backup solution
The insert does not exclude the romantic decor of a fireplace in the next room
Eye candy and narcissistic illusion, but that's not what you heat with

Selected work night/day/night

And the gaze remains within the self
The eyes can scan the landscape smoothly if a gaze is in control

Big brain in a small robot, you can walk around the city like you're visiting the forest with a map in your hand
Ace of hearts protected
Housed in a safe
Thus we will give voice to something other than the complaint that serves the hand of the powerful
Consolators
Who should never be asked

nothing

to live

free

Life on the energy wheel
Incessant cycle of buckets that follow one another, fill and empty
Must not stop
Never

Electricity appears
Mysterious and extraordinary resource
It is in the body just the same

From the front
From the front
From the front

Not a leak
Happiness is an industry
His factory is all his own
Don't give up your work for spurious loves
Seductive illusions for those who think they are so weak

No, no

All the love you need will come through your work
No ankle weights to believe that you are loved by life
Absolute process reversal

This is where

Ground zero for any restart
for the entire duration of a fruitful life
Incredible riches, all the depths are waiting for you that are there under your feet
Happy creature, active miner never mined
Entrance to protected area
Prohibition of self-indulgence
Obligation to reflect

It's hard to argue with the opposite

Spend what you need to listen to people in the trade
But it will only be to pave the plain
The real work is done one on one
In extreme joy
Not to expect anything else

The poor have nothing to give
Let the burning complaint of his pain
He will also make you hear the sound of his unhappy and greedy bugle
which says that fragile life turns the skin of its satin into a raw graze in an instant

This information is not insignificant

Billionaire with your own thoughts
You must not forget it
But don't stop your machine

From the front
From the front
From the front

Neither a supposed lack of love, nor fear of a future not yet arrived
Open your palms to discover the accumulated gold

It is worthless on the coast of the madmen in a daily hurry
to go and play their bad luck in the game that will never concern them

He is an indestructible lightning rod
for those who want to step over the fence awkwardly erected at the factitious limits of their thought

Zero point

I've outgrown Notre Dame and all its religiosity
Marathon man, I can barely make out my sad, breathless old shadow
One hundred steps behind
I abandon you
Stick to the tail of a passing ghost if you want
So survive mediocre and dull
I've got nothing left to hang you on

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