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I cough without a scarf to return the person in our era

but this zombie the puff eyes are widely closed

And the driver does not have to look at the road at all

In the miserable thread of the likeness of life, he is directed by an autopilot

This is not good for me and not bad as always

a little stronger than I need a door I clap in the very heart

paradise ghetto to the lower floor I go

In search, it is not clear what is hiding in these sour cellars

on the inhabitant half a meter of the living area from the dead

You distinguish by the price list from the dead suych for a couple of wheels of fluoxic and alive for free and I merge in the throat so that tadpoles

not distracted from the main thing is nothing cheaper than human suit

I will not touch me at least a newborn angel

execute snowflakes at dusk with a heel

After all, it was considered beautiful, but I only need my dose

how to insight for why I have not been able to get up for so long

After all, not too late, I need a bullet of a special shape

I need a knife so crooked a huge crooked

To cut a fucking pronoun I from this story

Together with the ideas of useless opinion of the brain-pitch and inability to feel pain

animal gut leads me deeper at night

The pointer is shattered to a small mail branch

where you can lay the remnants of the soul and organs to hand over your daughter into the stash

property destroy the stupid relatives to deliver the soil

For this I will receive a parcel with a flower I will eat it

and so weaken that instead of side effects will come

about five seconds of glorious color dreams like a lottery ticket from the very devil

An animal gut leads me deeper at night deeper at night

deeper at night

Grandmas hid their bag and values in horror

When I scurried around in a stuffy bus stuffed with workers

They knew that it was necessary to save that you have it so far, because it is possible because

You exist by someone's oversight for feeding leaders and nobles

when this day is destroyed will be replaced by his clone

On the boulevards and alleys of senseless faces a million

The throne would be freed, but there is no one to stick a skinny ass

rustling news ribbons turning the ashes of the former into dust

Moving with bastards bypassing crowds of blind -haired pawns

who will fall into the errors of the statistics of the dead and sick

you won’t find the living here and with a lantern when the eternal night comes

To catch you warm on the shore of Styx I drink gulls

The White Warrior has a very loan of the future of children will never come

The face of the progress of the leftist turns into kuragu

okay, while I hide away from the inhabitants of this tavern

I will drink all the water so that the fire devoured your buttons and wires

regions and cities for me addresses are all equally erased

Only a deep gap is needed between the worlds of the dead and the dead

And if you decide to stroke me against the wool.

you hear how the door creak creaks which will not be soaked from now on

animal gut leads me deeper at night

I just ran around the threshold and the whole house was de -energized

I am electricity for criminal handwriting

fuck me I calculate me saboteur like Vsevolod Kochetov

I wander where for a taxi do not put a point

as a stubborn architect erect an invisible temple

where are the drafts and the crane of my patrimony is always dripping

animal gut leads me deeper at night