You can't be yourself

 54. Today is the second day after the presidential election, and although I know that I voted for my favorite person, Shavkat Akakhan, in this election, this person, Shavkat Akakhan, has won 81%. It is now 2.5 years before the end of the Karonavirus. The numbers 2.5 or 25 complete the visual perception of middle-aged men counted from 14 to 23, while 2 adds 2 to represent the motor processes of older men under 25. Considering that 6 out of 8 years of the total age of the grandparents under 31 are devoted to dry logic, the grandparents allow 4 years of the weakest god under 35. Now the number 25 is therefore bringing humanity, or all men, to the pinnacle of supremacy for the last time, embracing all the external perceptions and perceptions and experiences that fully represent existence. In the process, in these 2.5 years, the dibils will have to show the least setbacks or defeats. However, it is possible to say, "We will not stay, we will not lose," because there is no difference in defeat, which takes into account the relativity or the loss itself. The difference, the irony, or the minimal form of a single defeat, of course, is not enough for self-realization. So for me, everyone, the dibils and those inside me (those who transit through my body and create themselves) go out into the bucket as they were in the pot. All the dibils, who were arrogant, mahmadono, or halit before, are now squeezing their "asses and mouths, their mouths and noses," their wills, in the dedication of such days to themselves. I feel like it’s been a long time since I’ve been tortured in such a hurry, forced out of the office, and yet it hasn’t happened to me without achieving a winning roof or the truth, and it’s never been over, it’s over easily. Of course, those idiots who read this will be burning with grief or the pain of defeat. Today is really a different day for me. From the time I went to bed last night, I have been able to limit myself to the commands or demands of the devils, the passers-by, who try to torture me to the maximum, out of my excitement. "Whether you use the word hay or not." I could not wait for such freedom from them, I lived in oppression and torture. Determining every turn of my excitement, inner doubt, or question in my confidence as a firmly established code or vacuum would keep me from commanding an automated, ever-changing demand. God and others did not even care that they would punish me without leaving any, if I only remembered at that moment the non-fulfillment of the obligations or commands they had given me, which were caused by me. corporal punishment. I don't know if anyone else punished me in the case of forgetfulness, or if they punished me after I remembered. Because no one knows me except my memory, my memory, or my recollection. So I would be amazed at how they could automate and program punishments or torture views with my name. Of course, I understand or understand that they only inflate and compress my skin with pressure. I think of it as fully automated, pressure-assisted, drop-in coding. For no matter how much they themselves are robots, dumb, or the highest human beings, even the highest dumb ones and their most backward gods have taught me through themselves such teachings of disobedience to God, their pressure runs, their reflective punitive responses. could not mean that the grime could be right. God only made fun of us, made us mad, foolish, and foolish, just to make us feel that we can have the fullness of it by just putting our pleasures and pleasures into it. All of these are so dumb that they look at their identities with suspicion. These idiots inside me go out of themselves in order to understand who they are and why they have to be in this world, exactly what they consist of, to take themselves out of themselves, to lie to their figs, to spiritualize the outside world. When they try to achieve ignorance by beating their emotions and sending their senses into the unknown, they end up feeling wider than they are when these spirits return to themselves and turn all the notions of air into themselves. they ended up softening and thickening their bodies like a flat board, with a relentless urge to “do the best we can and do more” in the mood for a comprehensive, high-flying, or big take. It is these processes that, if they misunderstand or misunderstand themselves through their behavior through lifestyles, are believed to be the best or the most exalted, whose levels in relation to others are neglected as they leave others in the lurch. But when viewed by others or those within their sphere of influence, it is seen as nothing more than an act of "slavery," selfishness, or selfish altruism, idealization, or exaltation.