There is a church dedicated to vegans in New York. I went there three years ago because I wanted to talk to this extremely virtuous person whom looked down upon everyone other than himself for he felt them to be acting in a way that would suggest that he had some sort of hostile notion of them doing some obscene action which he never condoned of. Obviously many precautions must be taken in order to disregard anyone suggesting he is a bad person for he is quite angelic.
He is a great person to have around I never want him to leave. I noticed that he was the kind of person you never wanted to separate from, if you left him you would want to return an instant later, as if, after you left him you wished to become better friends with him. You wanted to know who he was, what he did all day, how he acted in situations, what color toothbrush he used every morning. These were all important things that he wished to discover in his friend, he wanted to know if he could be his best friend forever. Never to not embrace their friendship with open arms, never deciding that the friendship shouldn't have taken root for he was such a great person that made you feel at home. Everything begins at home in a manner that might suggest that home is where you should begin your Journey back East. Since most people are looking to the East for answers in which they have no knowledge of, looking to find out what they thought they didn't know but which they really did. Or as if the East opened up in them a world that adopted a new approach to everything that had came before, for in some ways it did seem indeed that they participated in changing the world.
I cannot say I have anything against them, I think they are trying to help the world and aren't really as bad as people think they are. Some people will insist that they are to be avoided for being overly opinionated, for having a different way of looking at things. They don't look at it in a way that would suggest they looked at it before that way, since everytime they looked back at something it would be a different version of the former way they viewed the world.
You would be changing your view to something which was familiar to you in many ways, you can feel that the relationship between them is very intimate, they are the kind of people with warm hearts and never leave someone outside. They won't not let someone stay in there houses if they need a place to crash for a night, if they wish to stay here noone is banishing them from staying. My wife used to want to ban them from ever coming back for she said that they would talk to much, they would always be saying something I didn't agree with so I avoided them at all costs. I also didn't tell my wife that I didn't think her decision to block them from entering the house was in good prudence. For some reason I just couldn't keep them around any longer, I decided they would have to return back from where they came from. Though I would miss them all greatly, even though I didn't ever reveal anything that would make this seem true. My wife thought I was cruel in asserting that I would never miss any of them, that I made some sort of mistake in suggesting them to be non essential to his own life, for he ran his own life which didn't move among their "circle" of people. For instance he usually would join into a different circle than the ones they would present to him, he didn't ever wish to join any circle other than his own with his lot, his lot whom consisted of wits and people whom you naturally feel obligated to respect.
My wife is going back to Russia soon, I'm going to miss her when she leaves France and returns back to Russia, she hasn't been to Russia in three years so its going to be great for her to come back. I can't wait for when she leaves me, the part where she legs go of my hand and says I'm on my own again is the best part. Though I also feel broken at her goodbye, for I know I won't see her in atleast a month. She's planning on visiting her cousins brothers mothers nephew because she has plans to rent a hotel there, there is a really elegant hotel there that noone is allowed to enter. There is no way for you to actually enter the hotel without going through the back door, someone has to be in the back room for you to get inside also, which sometimes is hard because they are busy with the guests in the front. The guests whom are waiting for the attendant to assign him a task to find his room, he assigned him the task because he was doing business with other guests. This hotel isn't one for anyone to come to also, you can't just get in without someone outside the situation bringing you in, allowing you to feel the graces of a hotel which is previously unimaginable, since some hotels are so deluxe that there would be noway for anyone other than that owner to have created that hotel.
Some hotels, indeed, have a certain prestige that usually won't go unnoticed, you cannot ignore the interior which screams of a design in which you were the observer, in which you were observing the design before your mother called back for you. I always know when my mom is looking for me, she will ask someone around if she saw me recently, but sometimes she won't find me at all, for I might be absently preoccupied with some small detail, some minute inspection of the surrounding environment, to find something in it I can hold onto, something which informs me of a reality where I wasn't present, where I was no longer the main character, where I had loss all my freedom and become someone other than who I really was.
I felt that someone was playing the role as myself and that I no longer could be claimed to be me, I no longer existed, in a sense. Since, indeed, some people might give the impression of existing but merely are prolonging a painful situation which consists of nothing combining with nothing, usually the two nothings will be brought together and correlate to something which represents nothing.
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No More Stories Are Told Today, I'm Sorry They Washed Away // No More Stories, The World Is Grey, I'm Tired, Let's Wash Away. God 2 read 10932148 Unread messages
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