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Well, hello tired generation, your conformism under the force of friction is priceless, like Lenin’s love for the people, like the weekend that ended on Saturday

vomiting and a trampoline, nothing more is given, but your immaturity makes me happy

you swim against the current in which you pissed and feel with your noses that the limit threshold line of depravity is going off scale

my verse is scrapped my style is like a Sith in a hurry summer wherever I am and no matter how sick laziness will not allow me to degenerate into pink games

watch TV programs by Vladimir Pozner

competing with peers in books is pointless, just like advertising an alcoholic drink

in abstract songs the main thing is to whine in a cool way so that everyone understands the thoughts about individuality.

There are no options for continuing the epic and all that remains is to suffer and lose weight, carrots and whips.

after all, only from aperitifs does one begin to feel sick, and the concept of dense food is an old-school stencil under the ground, sadness on the pulse

let go of your chafed elbows, the bitten owls burst from lack of stupidity

Meanwhile, 15 kindergarteners drowned in puree

but let’s not talk about sin, besides, phyllins with potatoes are good fur

please, don't sneeze over a saucepan on weekdays