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I turned over the vase ... I was almost stuck again, they were immediately shed, by virtue of the spasm, the pain of the tense eye, everything was so slamming, it's stupidly, dirty. I am dangerous among those jellies, it is dangerous, to clean your eyes with a plaster of sleep ... And I fucked all these cheap fables! What not to see, do not hear what could be more beautiful? But I left away from their passion, apparently not that suit, I forgot their epostaxis, in my caste, whereas in the rest I see only no needed handwriting of the swastika ... and I remember this girl, I also remembered, the one that was trembling, playing with flowers different , the body is burning virgin wine. And what happened to Nastya, with her passion? The eyes disappeared, grated depressions of longing and sadness rummaged brains into pieces and silent. In the clubs of bar smoke, inadanee is pretty for the cheeks flowed a black mascara.

Sergey, Sergey, or a friend, or her husband, something about feelings, Mmm, yes, from the wine it became empty and swallowed the wilderness. Nastyushka and also attempt better there in the same menu!

And there they were jerked by Palenna, more than once kayan, were driven into the chairs, fell in the depths of consciousness, stuck with drama, did not help the holey frames, supplemented the gamu with the walls of the mercy of the ladies, shark the glasses, the romance of the faded shawl, blind views, concerned It was near, the eyes looked into the circles, what annual one? Kill her drunken sluts! Delivered thoughts, gossip sueer, endless dinner feed dinner, blunders, paintings, paintings, like glasses of fate are broken, but bottled on a new one with heat.

Wine whispered about the old one, I already thought slipped or what? In the view of pain, eyes from under the hair without looking pricked ... that spring was cut off both feet with uncle Kolie ... I looked at my mother under the ceiling, swallowed com, screamed later, I was hesitated later, despair with dreams and umbrella, left full sorrow Little old house. Tears were erased before it was impossible, before dust, the eyes were captivated for a moment and closed, they forgotten, it is impossible to turn it, I can't live, I saw the veins, as the cheekbones played. Fuck, but somehow they lived!

And I remembered this bitch, other thoughts, phrases, meaning of what was said, now she was face to me, but back, and what happened now with Nastya, what are you for attacking? Cutting wrists, holey veins, ampoules of blind happiness, Aura has fallen long ago, burned bonfire bridges different, dirty places. The trembling chin buried into my shoulder, in the sense of it. Not moreover, nothing about it ... She still gave warmth, beat his hands on the table, screamed that, but it was not that. I gave birth in the dusk soblip, breathed hardly deprived me to show myself with a harsh type. But my view as the enemy was Dick, and only when I swallowed brandy on the moment I am a crown and a sin ...

I was just a pity, it's a pity ... that communion is a landfill, Uncle Colin the rocking chair, the eyes of a three-year-old Misha, in them a mute question, did not hear from the birth and gave birth to a lot of tears. Sorry for the letter of my brother dressed in camouflage, letters without a addressee, sorry for the floor, sorry the house, it is a pity that the thing is completed and closed, tenant and buried, and behind the scenes are sad Nastin look ...

Fresh air tried ... Yes, I didn't drink that way, I flew with a gray fragment, from the four sides of the threatening to crush. I was met by Peron to spend ...