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one -eyed matter of the district shimmers

In the foggy dimensions of the last bus.

It seems to me that too many words have been spent.

Four minutes and we will find ourselves in weightlessness.

We chose suicide through anonymizers and I take you a scythe in the McDonald's package

Underroopromise is seriously stretching

The expectation that we will someday wake up by adults.

This is not the most useful, but I smoke.

I choose cities where there is no sun.

Stop and look around - everything is like a sunset here,

The wrong movement - I am again on the head! The whole Tsoi. But you do not clatter your tongue on the basement - church and gray -haired. They set it up sloppy, but I love your face and all that remains this chains or snot.

Boeing falls, the poplar in the field shoots salt into such a distant and empty egg of the horizon. Shame with garbage and supervision. Soon there will be a healthy variety and one -unit. This is not Vinco Vysotsky, it is tincture with a substance.

please don't leave, I'm dying of insomnia

My Japanese heart is in soy sauce on a tray, in the fall you threw me my legs in a lacom on a bus in Kuntsevo. My Rapunzel hangs out in Tusibi in the center, in the City, connoisseurs of Tsimmer Pidora music - the choice of subtitles for Roman vacation,, our picture bet - left the car, burned in Paris and Rome, and we took in Ril and leading.

My Marie.

The old man, this penetrated tariffs and rhymes - abscesses, brands, chloros and you - so "lonely" there are no drugs in the house.

delight, give me to whom Gazprom

And I call the Morse with the alphabet of Morse

annoyingly recognizable hell of citizenship

mysteriously - flocks of storks in heaven

I choose that it would cripple me to death.