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The bodily horror opened the interior doors and extends to all the mirrors ... The snow -white blanket jumps and breaks to the fluff over the darkening ceiling ... The smoke that has enveloped the Siza, does not leave the right to see and draw hasty conclusions ... The hasty loop fetters the remnants of the air and the hasty loop. He runs away ... And cowardly rabbits are still hiding under a dry cabbage sheet ... Yes, and the roulette stopped, thereby letting the choice of a green cell

Everywhere, everywhere, from everywhere and inalition ... Black points are closed, turning into a veil of orange stars, explodes, leaving behind the carpets-sample ... The white light pierces the dusk of the walls suddenly, chaotic, unceremoniously and jubilant, triumphs, rejoices and laughs. The darkness is only a larva that must be discovered ... strange music, the cries of the organ and sand cities ... Icon, creators, artists, musicians ... White windows and transparent walls ... Warning ... Spirit, anxiety, fear .. And again the flows of rampant water appear, flowing in its streets and washing off the remnants of the six hours ... Time ... it stopped, it is not.

A sense of thought, distance speed and ideological consensus have an unforeseen form of abstract coexistence, which prevails in most cases. Big and small manners prefer to hide in the shade - they like it. So the kittens are running and jumping along and across the unobtrusive line of being, drawn by tongue twisters and apotheosis ... It would be the sun, but only the rain stopped going ... forever, enclosed in trembling hugs, continued to breathe, exuding the aroma of lush buns ... Dogs ... dogs They ran away somewhere into the distance ... Away ... The road was wearing after them ...

And then the singers-vatrushki and sled-sleds, Sweeter ships and jumps on four axes of vast self-forgetfulness. Jumping in the womb of the ashes and playing tanks-saro, an apogee of allegorical happiness and imminent poems, agile trenches and self-rifles, stamping flying fragments of mirrors and a calm deep dream ...