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I will never be sad, I became too adult.

The crunch of cabbage treats me bones and fasten the joint.

My cage is empty, not reproaches, not ruled, I write myself a charter, a contract and regulations.

Bending with his hands in the gray gravel crossbar Palya, on the glare of screens and pops in the differences in the salute.

I would dive there, do not look, there the aroma of currencies and gloss, but so far from the lies and slys that my name is not.

I am looking for beans by sorting through the ash, I get into the tar and drown the mine moat.

The spindlers will burn her and I will burn it, but it is better not to experience this diving.

It’s better to fall in a battle, a path of an unsafe measurement of a strip, the already crumpled lounger is an indifferent body.

And every time a chance falls out with a sheet with an aspen sheet trembling behind the skirt, keeping up there.

This moment will be the longest as a protracted jump without insurance and cable.

Immediately down, so that the winds of the waves, ascended over the ground, give air.

These hula and criticism are close, her fist rapidly drives a dubious talent into the mud.

Brains puts in the place of old cogs, thank you: I am part of the copy machine, well, compare with it. Fortune pulls the hand and beckons with a finger, but instead of a joyful scream, a small groan is heard, a small verse on a desk, on a crumpled sheet, that's all that I will put this turmoil of this turmoil.

And I stand at the cliff, behind - dust clubs, ahead - prospects, only the chances are zero.

To compete with them would be happy right now, but they say in vain this yacht would not swing me, and the departure is waiting. The attempt is in vain sit and not, why do you need a carved throne, there are sawdust and chips at the feet, here is your choice.

And I shake my head, inhale-out of the way.

It will turn to jump.