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It then became depression/doubt.

I guess now it is again denial with little touch of a numb depression and embellished with a comfortable “fuck off” mood. 

Right now everything just seems so pointless. I have no drive to do anything. I’m barely moving. I don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t wan’t to know if there’s some mistakes in this text. Nor do I want to think about anything at all. 

I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.

It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.

But when I see a mother with her child;

A girl with her lover;

Or a friend laughing with their best friend;

I realize that even though I like being alone

I’m dead.

I’m dead.

I can’t stop laughing.

I can’t breathe.

So dead.

(via communismkills)

Mother and father got a little tired from building Communism, so they want to go to Moscow to buy vodka. They call their most trusted babysitter.

When the babysitter arrives, children already sleep in beds. Babysitter just sits around and make sure everything good with children. Later that night, babysitter gets bored and goes to read Marx, but she can’t read it downstairs because there’s no electricity (the parents didn’t want children reading Marx all night long). 

So, she calls them and asks if she can get candles to read Marx in their room. Of course, the parents say it’s okay, but the babysitter has one final request… she asked if she could cover up the Lenin statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, because it makes her nervous. 

The phone line is silent for a moment, and the father who says, “Take the children and get out of the house… we will call milita. We do not have an Lenin statue.” 

The militia found all three of the house occupants dead because KGB killed them for trying to cover Lenin’s statue. And militia arrested parents for not having a Lenin statue. 

Such is life in Moscow. 

(via anti-statist)

One night, I am in bed, beating my wife, when phone ring. I beat phone, then pick it up. I hear voice. Voice says “What you do with my daughter?!”

I turn to wife and demand to know why her father interrupt me beating her. But she say, her father is dead! Then, KGB break into house and arrest me for illegal possession of phone.

Such is life in Moscow.

(via communismkills)

In Russia, coffin has pipe for air, and bell with string. If man is true Soviet, he does not die. When buried, yells for undertaker and rings bell.  Bell rings. Is no wind.  Undertaker asks – “Are you lady Gorbochev?”  Voice says “Yes!”  “Born winter of 1927?”  “Yes!”  “Gravestone says ‘Died 20 February, 1957”  “Nyet, am still living!”  “Am sorry, but is August. In June, ground will thaw. You must wait for June.”  And woman is true Soviet, waits for June. 

(via anti-statist)

Toys are made by loyal factory for amusement of the children of the motherland.

Toys are of baby, and have realistic crying function.

Soon, it becomes difficult to distinguish baby and toy.

Both are burned for warmth.

Such is life in mother Russia.