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Blood and veil are not in the eyes, but in reality, there is no reason for disagreement. Demons and demons, these are seeds of night, suicidal metal leaves a bloody handwriting on the skin, it is disgusting to trembling, the bag with glue muffles the sounds of vomiting. Ziga from the other world christened, severe reality. Deformed consciousness is choked with suicidal thoughts. The garbage truck is drunk from the bloody roads of migrants. The darkness ironed the outskirts, the mourning was replaced by the night with the night, the cross of the cross was inverted. Further stinging gray garages, they appeared, in our world, the collapse of the country, look on the inverted TV, the grave crosses have blossomed like a poppy. Cautious steps on garbage, or biomusor. At the pharmacy, the soul of an alcoholic takes off over a blue corpse holding out a hand, van lava hawthorn. A butterfly in the stomach, and cries, help, who will answer. The most sad hello Russia. Children look out of the hatch, think glitches, are ready for lethal ones. The structure of distorted reality covers the color eye world, are absorbed by perception of information. A brutal asshole is intoxicated, digs the graves in search of orders and medals. A lonely tree is overtaken by a picture, an unknown creature sharpened fangs will make you a gift for the coffin. And Huuli, you were already tormented by life.