Readers who hold monotheistic religions strictly or not strictly should not read this. Best wishes

Tonight, Elliot came to see me as usual. He came late at night when I was still thinking about letting it all go so I could meet a tomorrow that never came. His eyes looked a little sadder than the night before. He told me he had very long, dark black hair that he had grown three times. Tonight we're singing Elliot's song, I'm playing guitar, he's singing like we used to, we'll play it to our heart's content.

Until every string is broken and until his voice is hoarse and painful in my throat, until then I fall asleep…..

When I woke up, Elliot had disappeared. Thanks to him, I slept soundly every night. What would this world be like without him? It would definitely be difficult to sleep like a ghost. But I have to go study. That's right. Study, study, study.. I have to hurry and write some work, but right now it's easy. Our world is superficial. I'm going to die. I have a computer and a phone. I also have a smart phone. You know, there's something that's not right. correct

Well, that's right, like games. I never understood it. Think about it, Turing would be really sad if he lived to this day. A genius who created a computer to play games wouldn't make any sense to you, don't you think? It's like there's a big block in his throat. He must be very sorry. But in this party, have you ever had any strange feelings? I can't tell you, but when I study until the break, everything I see is like a dream.

Observe that everything around you is not as clear as it should be. For example, Mr. Nick walked out quietly, and when he reached the door, Mr. Nick turned away and went into a classroom that was red and dark, I don't know how, with the sound of an extremely painful scream. It's like I'm in hell. But I can't bear to look at the ugly pictures until everyone is gone. I rush out first.

It's always been like this, maybe because I never once went to church on Sundays, or maybe it's because of Satan. Maybe Lucifer, but I don't believe in those crazy people like the philosophies say. Hell is other people. Something like that sometimes. Another thing is that I don't believe people who go around telling people that they are their children. Thinking about it, I don't believe the scriptures either. Genesis paragraphs 1-2''

God created the heavens and the earth. The land was desolate and desolate, darkness was upon the waters, and the Spirit of God was upon the waters.'' It sounds completely crazy, as if this great universe were The Sims. It's a small area that needs to be continually updated. So I probably can't get along with the monks. I can't even fool myself. But that's right, in a world full of things.

I really don't get along with anyone these days, like Elliot and Michael. Everyone calls him Michael, but I don't have any objections to the other two. I'm not sure what the definition of a friend is. What exactly it was, maybe Elliott would know. He knows everything. One time, on Easter, when little children were running around looking for eggs, they didn't know what kind of eggs they were. While we were sitting at Uncle George's farm that day, I asked him,

''Elliot, did your mother starve rice before? My mother starved her. Why did they do that, friend?'' ''They're stupid,'' he replied. ''Don't be stupid, Mom. I'm not stupid, you know that.'' ''I know.'''You definitely know.'' And we laughed. ''But Elliot, isn't Jesus dead? Then what else are they praising?'' ''I would know.

But for sure, the monks are probably richer than before.'' ''The monks will continue to be rich. Until we have a revolution There must be a decisive revolution.'' ''It must be like that, my friend,'' he said as he got up and walked slowly toward the old straw warehouse. Finally, I got up and followed him. ''Elliot, tell me what we're doing here.'' I said.

My face was full of doubt. ''Noris, please shut up, my friend. You trust me, don't you? We are people of the same cause,'' Elliot said, his face showing a hint of mischief deep in those eyes. ''That's true, but you Why are you here?'' ''Noris, do you remember Mephistopheles?''

He was silent for a moment and then said in a strange tone, ''He was the one who came up with our ideology. Do you know that if you don't remember, we have definitely become stupid idiots, Norris!'' El. Liat put his head in his hands and he began to shake it rapidly. ''I remember, Elliot. You know that Mephis you're talking about, didn't we get it from that old German guy at the gun store?

Elliot, you son of a bitch!!!'' 666

Surely a world without Elliot would be boring...

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