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Greedy bitch love does not give me to invent songs

Gives die.

Sorry for all cigarettes,

What smoked in the first entrance - under the morning.

Not the victory of good, but in the ravine, when you fall from great. The enemy itself.

But I will not lie. Hello to you, decrease

All words from pockets during periods of Drak.

Nobody perceived seriously

No one would understand where he left inside him.

So raised the first, gentle feeling -

At the distance shot.

From shocks on the walls so much hurt

I wrote so many poems my thin brushes,

And jump pussies from balconies and straight on the rails down.

I ask you smile. I do not take it alone here.

This is a stupid process of the evolution of the brain,

Conscious too serious -

Curled in nrul. Ended in front.

Only spikes on fallen, donated roses will remain.

And tears that we forban

return to become

Only signals into space. But I promise:

that when I am asking for a way out again with things

Continue love to feel.

And let it hardly happiness, but the mouth is heard

One gratitude and yes, I amazing, but now -

I do not need another.

So stupid, I am going in the last trolleybus.

In the city of stairs, where everyone is shaken,

But it is entitled to leave a claim.

We would give prostheses,

Hand cuts - from "Save Game", to "Self-Harm" -

Harlem Shake ...

Herman, Cyril or Pasha in the courses what is

When her lips are sperm from the other end.

The world is a "fun farm", I will try to reveal this node again,

While she learns to do blowjob, for the "Iphonic" of the sixth, closing in Land Cruiser.

I'm sad. I just want through music

give yourself a couple of minutes of present -

thousands are unlikely to know users,

Where all the kittens are stuck in the box.

Where Gosha kills Fizruka, and "Interns"

In a circle, "Standandair Comedy" are allowed.

All as - in no way. I do not look

What I live, because the neck is a closed cable.

Throw pretense finally, and during the call the connection is broken.

I'm writing with persistence, but dick knows who

And in the glasses merged into Arabic

Elements of various drinks that had to drink laughing, I am but scum -

not able to make a face a little more beautiful

What will be beautiful autumn dirt.

You forgive me, sunshine!

Somewhere on the bottom, the very last warmth, I again get pussies in the mirrors, going with the nervous breakdown to the whip you.

Over my head of heaven, under the feet asphalt,

And in the mouth only the wind and smoke.

I carry this nonsense, as you do not need to carry

On a date the first guys, flowers.

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Two strides in the stomach

And gentle, through night fogs.

Yesterday in this city fell a neighbor -

From me, from my soul. At five in the morning, drunk.

Broke his bone and felt

Pain from hitting the temple over the fire,

Applying head.

I remembered her

and touch in the throat - cut

Remind fucking

How cold is cold here.

Lonely blind child

inside me asks for help,

Removing glasses and shoes, throwing into the thresholds.

He never thought about his own worthlessness in his life,

Falling in your legs.

Crave the lip of the door handle in the apartment with your melancholy.

I spent myself on the labyrinth to the exit -

Shot bullets in the head.

Pressing your head as close as possible,

Making the last exhalation.

The room will receive calls from the regional police operators.

We will survive in thoughts.

The room will keep the history of life in the archive,

Freezing outsiders.

And I loved to live, though. Very loved your hands.

But fuck, we fell asleep on the bus station,

You brazenly stolen, sending to a regular bus.

And I woke up with the cuts in my throat, expired with blood on a bench.

And life will be pain.

And the world will be strange.