А.Непомнящий - Контркультурный Блюз
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Counteoculture as a style, for example, spit on the wall.
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The revolution, as a fashionable joke, the slogans of discos.
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A drop of blood on the blade shakes the neck of a loop.
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Sorry, did not yell - it would have become less snot and rotten carts

The whole world is shit, the goal is a gastronon, and the mug is purely Kurt Cobain.
Handles itch at the creature to shoot passers -by Ulrikha
Know, trembling came across. I dreamed? Break off? Bright port
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With Mamanarchy steamed, Sublimya: "Panki Hoy"

Touching from steepness and depression, swear bourgeois

They sew the label, outfit in style and a couple of icons
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And program in the brains faith: you are so one
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On the way to the shelf to the puppet store.

There is an assortment for any delicate taste:
There is a demand for anarchists in jackets, for lovers of jia
On the Popkorne Nazi, Satanism and the Dalai La a la Rus-
On the shelf nearby "on" - only another price
Sondyngai Fenki Hippie is the same as the ringing of wrist shackles
Che Guevara on a T -shirt does not interfere with marketing in a year,
And the real one would begin with the execution of the Lord Levakov,
Playing in the sandbox in Geril and 68th year
So that Beschkin eats, we need clowns in brown color
“For our victory!”- isn't it a great toast?
But there will be no victory, here is the game, and it is not in the rules
There is only a buzz to sneak, come off in full growth
On the way to the shelf to the puppet store.

Shigalev dreamed that he was Shiva and the great Paul Pot.
The rootless Vanya of all holes is non -compormism:
Nobody will understand the intestines of the last one.
Freedom to the subconscious, Down with Orthodox fascism ...
The hand reached for the cobblestone, but then the soldiers rolled the grass
Legalize it Amsterdam will begin with us, let the enemies wait ...
Thank God, so covered their revolution
Here - not to the nits, here the gospel is not bothering on top of the war
They will leave, go
Have not yet been given, in their toy city, where everything is in business:
Where the punk loves the trash, and the Granner hates himself,
The skin sings in English, the interpretation - about the elven swords,
Ptyuch collects "alternative" and "stamps", and the caulsum - firewood.
All of them wholesale do not like “Tsivil”, “Raspery”, learning with hope
The features of their future high and aspirations in the kingdom of tax, roofs,
Soap -pore wives, beer after work; You need to live
and kids -tineegers ... So to the very last wall,
On which is not blood - what are you! - ink;
No, no, not blood - what are you! - Ink
The inscription: everyone can be understood as well as played ...
And - up, on the best shelf ...

And behind the veil of the scenery - everything goes according to the plan:
For example, a bombing, and the child will die until the morning.
You won’t write it off - fate: F -16 with the load went on flight.
Uncle Scrooj made a profit, the general considered the vector ...
The brother took the apron and the compass, the wing flashed with a black night;
With a mouse near the display, I switched to level 5
Mr. Architect, good prince of this world
And the figures run. Except those who do not want to run
On the way to the shelf to the puppet store.