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Waking up, at five hours, once again tried to understand,

Why get up early? In particular in winter, when it is still dark,

And the light is at all in a hurry, refracting through the glass,

illuminate my room with photons, energetically saturating

The thought forms of dead plants on the windowsill.

Activating systems of perception and storage of information

by means of cigarettes, I am again imbued with abbey

heavenly luminary relative to the third planet,

but a couple of irritating factors, such as frustration,

make you go back to the question - fucking awaken

at dawn, not having a job or there other permanent classes

those or these, the main thing is not to panic and

Starting to figure it out, firstly. Thirdly, go to the shower,

secondly, listen to several fruits of ripe

modern sound art, although this minced meat

Now it is outlined by the fashionable word "Production".

Meanwhile, poisoning with toxins, resin, nicotine,

I will project problems in the mystical picture of the world.

Disgust is not good, not bad, they taught me so in childhood,

They probably tried to convey something else, but so far it only surfaced.

So, many work, climbing the steps of the career,

Developing only his predictability, debugged, according to the scheme,

It is not surprising therefore that evil is in the thoughts of those who are smarter

forced them to develop unique management systems,

For example, introducing the illusion of freedom of choice of antipersperant

For everyday life, offering at least two options.

But too much is too bad, limited consciousness

Cable to break away from the gasket.

Observing all the canons, they immediately introduced the degree of adequate,

Having accustomed to the power of intelligence from the school desk.

The inflorescence of spiritualized ideas creates a clear taste of rot in the larynx.

Global tyranny levers of hypertrophied narrow

the boundaries of understanding already skinny, giving birth to guesses as the air in the lungs

- This is Naebalovo, in general, from the overwhelming mechanism, no longer defend yourself through positive cynicism, because it has long been in the development of capture plans

this position by fighters of nirvanic fascism

This is not about my trippers, such as sticking polyps on the dense web of my mind,

So far, powerful spectral blows from the astral plan

Squeeze in an atmosphere with oxygen stones.

This is not that we burn with the boys, but it also fucked is normal,

When you run the program of contemplation of transphysical panoramas

through the podking file in a mental cache, passing in a spiral

All visual images in the broadest format -

You already fuck where to go to the east or to the west.

Extreme poverty and depraved luxury

Block the perception of the seventh symphony of Shostakovich.

In a vicious circle of money and pleasures

My words, of course, cannot touch upon conscience,

While the ordinaries are reveling in their emptiness,

raking from twenty ceses per month in confirmation of uniqueness

their abilities, of which only perseverance

and competent work with the mouth, moreover, in the sense of the oldest,

rather than the origin of speech. I will note again

Weakening the influence of cultural values

On humanity, which has lost the essence of the feeling of the infinity of the fall.

The kingdom of reason fell, we consume through Chur, we consume.

Contemporaries think like cars, implant devices, sit on tires.