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On the eve of the triumph of dull pouring the lights that have gone out with gray

Dead people, as if in a fucking fairy tale, are aimlessly amused and remain alone

At the level of instincts, they go to grocery stores buy something there and rush somewhere it does not matter where the main thing is that they are in a hurry

My space shuttle for visiting other planets is disguised as a cigarette stall and the passenger violates bed rest gets down the blue walls of white ceilings under the influence of the drugs, it is funny to become a degenerate for breakfast dick Understand that the dinner missed Bukovsky for dinner

And you meet in fear of December in the ward in a whore hospital where doctors want evil to squeeze out the remnants of the brain slowly suck blood from your veins

And it seems as if they like it a

Beautiful children outside the camera on the eve of the holiday laugh, letting the drooling, they throw snowballs from pissing the earth, put an empty dropper asking for me to bring a loop please and the ashtray why do you take our air syringe to me a fat Madame

Give two

I get up next to the children

And for a moment I became a child, we blinded the dead snowman called him Andrei, I climbed into him here very comfortable as in my bed in a winter evening in the ward I die without words. Semi -strong people in line pass by trying to survive the remnants of their days, you will get out of this inexplicable bullshit - believe

Offer to return home is not considered

Here beautifully I really like them, they try to help make injections different and everything in an instant seems so beautiful

Around the fire flared up the walls will melt

I like it here beautifully here

He comes markedly making himself felt to all alcoholics in the joy of the reason to drink to eat a bitch and wait for him to wait another year in the morning to get up to kiss the leader’s icon again entering the cheerful cycle of the useless garbage.

I get up for a second, I run in my thoughts about what happened looking back I see that everything is not for nothing and has some sense suddenly understand that I am mistaken my escapism is a fiction of deviance is lost

If you want to see a happy life if yes, close your eyes to a new spin on a fucking beloved state

And immerse yourself again

In infernal whipper

They lay down into the droppers. They talked into the syringes shattered the wards, get to sign if you want to even live hurt your back take the ointment, recover soon.

With new happiness scum