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Sixtythree Naked Brain

nurse, the Ministry of Health told you,
that there was no red cross of the grave,
Cold of death,
The sky is gray.
Let's go to Kitezh? I will put on a tunic
or kita'l,
I will try on a loop kneading a tie on Monday,
Close,
the power of the tibused stepson of the sleeping generation,
that they are staring in a box without nostalgia for themselves real (c)
Fucking like an end in itself
And the very value as the placebo effect,
accepted for the panacea

A look at the sky stared at the sky,
I should fall asleep.
They say that there is a trial in the pool,
Blood flows through the vessels in Menzurka.
But this is not the point
After all, you are a prisoner, like a gingerbread, Tula
And somewhat dull.
Your body is carried in the trash with the rates.

They say that there is a trial in the pool.
Lycurgus at the liturgy is lighting
Dishes broken,
for a day melt on a dusk slipway
And knocking their teeth
From anger at those without knocking
enters your house with the war -
Everything was written by Voinovich:
We live here
And, therefore, we will survive in a vain
Woe to us in the name of love
And love to us in the name of grief,
oh, how are the whole dawns here ...

garage city, five-story buildings
And shocking ladies
I won’t give it - this is blackmail,
Taj Mahal collapsed
Tajiks opened their hands
He wanted to grow up as a man, but became a homunculus.
The muscles are nullified
Maculatory culture flourishes in me,
Once with great ambitions was a culturalist,
Now I dream to be a cattle with big biceps -
Just like everyone else.

Snow melts in the spring, but where is the promised fun,
Answers to all questions,
Pastel, cigarettes and canvas,
who was the honor of mutilating me,
How is a soul mate?
Hi Hemingway,
A Farewell to Arms,
Big Brother won the big jackpot
The best dies the best
The listener learned in me a shell -shocked geographer,
that the globe drank.

get up. The court goes.
The blades spin.
You have the right to remain silent,
Landfill
frozen in the throat like a bone
And it would be better to use it.

the shin is dangled on the flap,
Exclamations are heard:
get up. The court is going on
And his steps echoed
On New York.
My breakfast is a sour Danon and freshly squeezed yogurt.
the country is fucked up, and I am funny like a yoga after yoga,
He is Okhuenen, Yopta.

The points above and did not move to the iot,
Koyot grows teeth -
Sings to prostitutes like Bjork
The broth is crushed in the veins, like ice under the feet of a major (c),
Crusting the spine and ribs,
I re -assembled after flying to the zone.
Silence - gold, understanding - platinum,
And you will pay all for everything.

Sings in Unison Assol,
I am collected from so many fragments of stories,
that the heart -winged screaming was echoing the cat,
The kite is circling, tells me "Let's be friends",
And I answer "can", feeling with the skin:
The further, the more
And the sign of the feet is still that
Ostolop at the stop asks the apostle the key to the royal gates and the new version of the post.
Who are you outside the access zone?

Tender tread and light camp,
Tomorrow I fly to Uzbekistan.

I close my eyes - I see Kansas,
I will become a aristocrat.
The oncoming strip is shabby
Leads to the west.
He got up to his full height, went out of an ambush,
And he didn’t halve - he lit a cigarette,
I corrected the helmet.
Let others fight, and I am a partisan,
And all I knew about myself,
My passport will tell you.

A look at the sky stared at the sky,
I should fall asleep.
They say that there is a trial in the pool,
Blood flows through the vessels in Menzurka.
But this is not the point
After all, you are a prisoner, like a gingerbread, Tula
And somewhat dull.
And your body will be taken to the trash with the rates,

I'm leaving, and you continue at the post 'stand.