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Lick two fingers darling and relax

What can you do about times like these?

Virtual sex and safety

Marginal rebellion and emptiness

Plague

Too much trash and rubbish around

And the full moon my friend dangles like a holiday poster

This is the situation

Mental garbage should be removed and magical salmon meat should be left.

Pink

Under the crust of the brain under the crust of ice

I would throw myself on vodka in the morning

Yes, I can’t be afraid and I’ve lost the strength for great main heat

The warmth inside burns and shines

I love all the fallen women so much

I love you so much

Plague

Words without power

My thoughts are so sad

From the outside it’s all romantic and beautiful, he’s all gloomy and brick-like, he looks like a cowboy

Oh my darling

And I'm not your darling

I am what a person without a head and pain is like

I, as Osric, inform you that Laertes is here

Well, that is, I convey the last message as a courier messenger from point A to point B

I'm in between

This is great news my friend tomorrow everyone is fucked

And at once the trumpets began to blow

Central lamp ZTM

Applause, curtain and everything

Plague

Plague

Plague as a holiday as a drug

The plague is not at all what you expected at work from 9 to 18.00

What a waste all the plans are to hell

You remain the same person you were before the promotion.

And the meaning of life rattles and crumbles into penny banks and loans

And only a wet forehead like the mug in the picture in Gogol’s book, published in 2017

Expresses something strange and vague

And in these stained glass windows of reality you reflect the essence

Your fake intolerance to the external

And the darkness in the eyes and the darkness in the window

You look inward to outward

And under and on

Plague

Let's send each other naked pictures

I'm without wrapper

You're without a wrapper

Pure communication pure current

Let's extend invisible ropes to each other

Imaginary is better than real

The real creates the imaginary

I will never be able to touch your secret and I will not be able to hurt you accidentally

I can only write something humiliating and easily arousing just for the sake of wit.

Like, press your cheek to the asphalt, put your hands behind your back and up the gimbal, stick two fingers

No no no don't hide

Don't disappear my virtual goddess

I can't do it anymore girlfriend

I so want to touch your hand and sit sadly next to you and be silent, accidentally drop a glass and be silent desperately again

I want to be a weak and weak-willed asshole

It’s ridiculous to answer drinking tea and getting burned

And be embarrassed and embarrassed and embarrassed until the morning

Plague and Virt

Moon and flirting

Plague as punishment or reward

I threw poison as usual

Four walls empty city screen

The sweetest self-deception

You are so far and so close