If I sleep and come, I feel thirsty. Circulation is repeated unconsciously in the body. Greed to quench a throat as the conclusion is born. When I am easy and take out one of the PET bottle of displayed mineral water from a refrigerator to satisfy it and open with a cover and can incline to the expectation lower part with a mouth on the lower lip, liquid drifts from the top to a bottom. The form that all are formal, and is non-formal. Because I wanted to let smoke blow if I invited the morning when a proper voice comes out in this way, I appear in a porch of the south side and set fire to a cigarette. Therefore only air drifts to whether air can leak from a throat in breathing or a sigh or simplicity unconsciously. A fragrance is still from usual times higher and feels the cigarette which I get up and set fire to immediately. For hypotensive consciousness, will the reason be because breathing is relatively deepened? On the other hand, my consciousness is turned to the world over a fence. Which angle is the sun seen to whether it rains whether it is fine whether you are low whether the humidity is high? It seems to be already the early afternoon somehow or other. I hear an idle voice of a child downstairs. Of a thing do it, and do it, and to come back to a room last night very had a long it, and seem to have slept. You should grow a foot today to a town in an evening, but I think in it, and it is troublesome when I live in the suburbs. This case is terrible, and general recognition time is ticked away in precision and to be called off becomes disagreeable. If movement to accompany this waking generally is completed and comes back indoors with having thrown a door open, a cat always ruffles a tail in the same way and I look up at my eye and come in a side. It is a hair color mixed with brown in pure white. It seems to be totally "a sheep". A face and hands and feet, a part of a tail particularly strongly take on gray. But I do not say a typical wild cat, and dignity is felt from the white without where. But it seems to be too outstanding a little in their world. A white hair color seems to become a cat for a thing of a target in reason similar to a relatively thing with many black doves in a city. I begin to put up crying in front of the same door several hours later when I throw a door open because he wants to occasionally go out in the evidence. A coat of hair usually is awfully disturbed at such a time and carries a wound on my back somewhere. I have never seen this "sheep" I fought, and having won. In addition, a domestic cat seems to become very weak physically if I compare it with a wild cat probably because it is guaranteed the food and sleep together. I get fat very much than a wild cat. In addition, as for "the sheep", a kidney hears the sound that 'growl,growl!' and a diaphragm shake with from an abdominal area because I suffer from illness if breathing becomes rough. I can understand that a body is not strong even from human eyes in this clearly indeed. I will not heal whether "the sheep" will have forgotten the wild nature. He occasionally shows the listless expression that an animal in a cage all has. The he seems to have come to tell it about time of a meal of his own somehow or other. One of his few desire systems. When I heap up a cat food to his container and wash a water plate of the side in a sink and replace water, "a sheep" begins the chewing immediately. I looked at it, and I thought about how to spend time until an evening. A stomach is not so not crowded. I am not used to mind to read an open Russian literary book either. A sound low heavily of isolation of dance music must be a thing hurting a feeling now. Then I decided to already take a nap after I washed a face, and having brushed its teeth. I dramatize some veiled empty colors after having finished rising on a day. It is not serious. I feel that time does not go by, and we drift. It may be what can grow old in the working of the nature which I I continue enjoying the deliciousness, and, actually, is repeated to pursue essence of religion of progress.
Essence can be located in such a place. It is a simple thing. Because if I chase one's desire sequentially ceaselessly and satisfy it, it suffers from one way of life. But it is strange. In that way will there be about it difference with spending days and "a sheep" rounding a back under a roof essentially as expected? If frames are different each, ecosystem is totally different. However, there is no difference in the cause of a proposition connecting life with. If it is it, will it be for there to be any added value so that there is it as a person? I chiseled a thought deeply, and nobody notices it. The earth still turns around. On the other hand, somebody is bleeding, and it goes without saying that the history has been ticked away because somebody raises a triumphal song, and a proponent does a rule. Content itself with the viewpoint with consciousness; is an only thing. I wash a face and, towards a washstand, brush my teeth. The face which is not clear is reflected in a mirror. "A sheep" rounds a back under a table immediately when I finish a meal. If I sleep and come, I abandon such a common thought and may put it away. I am not yet alive well now. Still, it is a recent sign that eye mucus sells well.