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       Here you can grow: everyone fucks on you. As soon as you start trying
something suspiciously unusual - you become invisible.     People will start
looking at you a little bit above you: to the distance.
       I Love Slovakia:     in another place I would not have happened Madam
Redactor.
       Some lukewarm offers: which I once received:    I was able to refuse:
or: I was just lucky and nothing happened (I get a chill on my back:  when I
remember: that: I sent my texts into couple of competitions:     nay even: I
contacted several writers in person!)
       Then: when I started too much flaunt: draw and sing  - this beautiful
fertile and germinal silence: what has spread around me.     God protect me:
what would be of me: if I published my book: and then another ... or:      I
would organize an exhibition. Alternatively: if I was a songwriter: and:   I
would eat from the already tiny Slovak cake.          I would rob other poor
entertainers like that.
       :Poor people. It's a cruel fight. (You are a sensitive artist and you
have to be offended by the fuckers from tabloid: because: worse than being a
0 is being an unknown 0) I saw it on their impoverished faces.  I identified
that grudge. No one can imagine that: how difficult it is  - to live in such
a small country: not stick out much: so that:   they see you at least a bit:
keep close to enemies and the enemies even closer.



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