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Почти Чуковский
У меня заболел психиатр. Жизнь, говорят, театр, Но без зрителя в нем трындец. Не идет счастливый конец Ни на сцену, ни на язык. Мозг к нему не привык. В горле костью встает сюжет И вообще выть хочется, но, блядь, некому – Хоть в пустыню иди вопи, Хоть в колодце свой вой топи.
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Today was a good day
I walked with the Oldest Cat and the Youngest Kid. We went to the neighborhood café, we walked along the ocean (not for long – the cat disapproved), and I photographed the flowers. It was warm, beautiful, and restful. I went to SF with Oldest Kid and found an easy place to park in the
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Fun new projects
First of all, I built two games this week! This one is for sadness and troubles. The idea is not mine, but I added a few things that make it work better for me, including an option to play in Russian or Ukrainian and light/sound prompts towards calming breathing. Things that trouble you go into
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