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about the guy who

was a little jumpy. one day they were smoking through

a pipette that fell and had sharp edges

an outfit approached them

police, but nervous

hero of the story

stuck a red-hot pipette into the eye of one of the policemen.

Senior Sergeant Kosykh has now acquired a fashion accessory, reconsidered the layout of his world and chose to be a pirate for the remaining 3 seconds of his life.

Have you seen him?

There is even a song about such people, they say,

shot his

girl and fled the city. But our friend

fried the white of the eye along with the life of the slanted ones and therefore

should have run

will he make it faster?

get out of the city you are in

provided there is no

doors and windows

don't leave any

snakes behind you, never

don’t leave he shouted while running through the streets, parks, and central heating lines

I wake up with the same world outside the windows, there is some kind of primordial grayness that moves when I look and it’s not clear what to do with

moment of the creation of the world you cough so much that you are already vomiting

poles and views

Running era vit enase

gel depersonalization of people nearby

every single moment you cannot know what is in their head, incorrect comparison of facial expressions, eye expressions, words and therefore

so nervous and need it

Faster

run

feet trampled to the bone

something is clearly wrong

everything happened

meanings have become discolored, the world is shaking and no one is to blame for the eternal chase. It's such

way to parasitize

alone on emotions

huge trap at 23

minutes

and the ever-haunting number

we once walked along

huge dam

deterrent

tons of water and ice

It is snowing

already very

froze and then I still knew exactly where to stop and put my hand on the glowing number 23

so that it goes out

Not now, now I’m completely tired, I’m running after

people with plastic

table knife

streets and gateways

they are afraid and run away or are turned around by the police and meanwhile I am nobody

I’m not killing, I just wanted to remind you of the purpose of humanity -

spread like a thin layer of meat porridge over my pupils.