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I painted someone else's corridor with colored pencils on the skin of tattoos from the first album's hand or thigh - it doesn’t matter, everything is too simple

Everyone has their own taste - meat. zero on all devices

I'm walking along a stewed street

And I am the same monster who scared the child-too

Perenotokudnaya Trickster, who was tired that everyone fuck the broken requests of the dead conventions

I could write a story about the powder of the lower lip with a powder of how drilling, duttling my head drilled my head, small grains left their indistinguishable wounds-copies in the knocked meat and it seemed that the powder would never leave even when you have been linked at the mouth of everything that is at home

It will remain there to exist a powder state will declare war on independence reason and language

When struck in the jaw, I will pour with bitter snow from my mouth and immediately lost all the next indipities of the professional activity of contempt of blankets, I didn’t download all the texts from the Internet at all

And every day a new cardioprine is more and more good to knock on the windows and these half-cooles about the age, probably my plan works

then what they don’t talk about in the air if once I will not get in touch with you is that foam is from my mouth and scorched through the nostrils