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You are ready N.O. are you ready

Remember how tired of these rains between the floors, sadness with knives in the chest she decides, I wanted to run, give me a word that we were going here at all without reason

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The city is shrouded in snow and people were invented by God, an ego colleague of my friend was overestimated, under the guise of an athlete he threw a girlfriend in the veins, and she was ready to give birth to his son at that time, the seed has already been planted and the last fire will be extinguished, the forever will not extinguish the next psychotropic coffin to me. The people with coupings for 24 hours we die under the gates in forbidden forests there under the feet of lawns where dew lives and voices from oak tree lives in the stereo telnia (smoldering, smoldering) in the eyes of the people of genius Genius, we expect new sensations, we expect new sensations

(We expect, expect, we expect, expect .... we expect new sensations)

For a piece of one and a half, for tomorrow, for the Sun, clear for the cabinet abandoned old notes, with a rage to smash your imaginary employment shifted with envy, I see how the discs fall for bridges, have breakfast in an evening smell, a western veterus, a third side is no longer responsible for common sense, but with All the same, all the same, for one teeth, shaved by powder, we went to the muddy returned with experience to be in this black and white monotonous constant multi-colored episodes, we are painted this concerns this concerns everyone who considers himself educated, fucked up all the dish with one, broken in traffic jams, flattened to debtors in traffic jams Banks to the alphabet of drugs to burn a drug without a trace as the delivery of the most distant places, the gallop floor is the mind of Aktava who you are and where my memory died off with dust.

And if there is something superfluous is hardly taken and from here to delete hot tea and I’ll go up as I have subtracted all this, I didn’t subtract it, this is not mp3 this is a voice inside you, implaced with solid epithets, broken row (broken row .. The imprisonment of continuous epithets is broken row, there is a chance to break the chance Use your subconscious in the news now)

Remember how tired of these rains between the floors sadness with knives in the chest forgive me, I wanted to run headlong give me the word that we were going here at all without reason

hey

Sellers in the pharmacy know what helps

They know that the floors disappear when calculating, they know that it increases the speed when flying, that they will brew the queens will give themselves on Saturday, that with such as right now the weather is not over, wait for the knives at home all the way, you still wait for this life that I lend in the transition of passerby between the station, the arrival of abstract, aviation, spectators, just lovers on the purity of the walkie -talkie not to appear and our faces did not see our faces

Fuck

Fuck