Аналогия бытия - среда обитания
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To be aggressive
You need more mat
Hands are needed thicker
And a small salary
So that Baba is a fool
Not smart
And the neighbors to be
The most noisy
So that the gyrus in the brain is the most straight
Do not hang it so that
When life in the ground pokes a face
How much does my existence cost
When you are already on the verge
Phone Sonya Erickson
And 200 rubles in the back pocket
3 rubles in the account
It is expensive to call mom
And there is no need to complain
Bringing to a former house of chagrin
Have to be silent in a rag
And eat without salt
Tea is also without sugar
And friends without brains
Not even friends, but rather drinking companions
All meetings for one occasion
If there is no money
It’s better to sit at home
And do not stick out
Like an ostrich head in the sand
And easier
Tolerate
I will meet through the screen with Medvedev
Or with Putin, it doesn't matter
These two folk artists will tell me everything
I'm a Russian mother
Buckwheat porridge for dinner
As usual with bread and mayonnaise
After the Internet I climb
I'll see the pages
Everything is like yesterday and that week
Nobody writes anything
At least what I'm trying to convey
Did not listen but heard
Without knocking out in the headphones
From the rhythm of life
I ask me to have mercy
If I'm wrong in something
Or I will overtake your confession
I do not support the ideas of the state
And for fucking me a lot
I can not stand the whore
And other cocks
Socium worms
In a rotten apple of system
When is the evolutionary process for me
Will I enter the coalition soon in worms
But so far only a molecule
And voracious faces
Look like a child
Which cannot decide
As with a divorce of parents
In which direction
To the wombs of the mother
Or with dick to stay daddy
And I don't want to offend anyone
So I'm sitting in the center of the middle
Cat pulling the tail and rubber
Having chewed chewing gum
Like tea too without sugar
Dick you Dima and not sweet life
Let it be with oil
To make it not so disgusting
And it doesn't hurt
If you're decapting to sob
Here is a white handkerchief
So that the snot is visible green
And you understand
What else is the same color
Fucked fucked with his questions
And calmed down
There are no answers to them
And never will
You better write about love
Then maybe you will be loved
In the meantime, you are still a flawed guy
Like in OS Virus Huyuy sufferer
Do not laugh like everyone else
When showing a crawling finger
Mom save me from these complaints
Help me become like them
It doesn't work
I am happy then in despair
In the transition, I want to fuck almost everyone
But it does not work
The bitch's conscience interferes
And so I would go boasted
I lost its punctuality somewhere
I am late for each meeting
It is either growing up or fucking
And most time I am eager
I want everything for myself
Fucking this egocentricity
I don't want to be a fucker
There is a desire to be realized in a person
It is possible to become public
I become more lyrical
Where would you put yourself
Where to put yourself
What barrel to a plug
What pussy is dick in
Better to shit in shit with your nose
Or pierced slippers
Like a fucked cat
Which was completely out of conscience
With a kick out the door
On a cold street
To value warm feelings
When fed
And they are allowed to warm up in the porch
Stroke the wool and not against
Long whore arises around the house
And the former owners
I will rethink the foundations and values
That accumulated during
All pastime
I ask questions
Maybe not so dicks
Who surrounds me
Maybe it's about me
Or in my upbringing
To know everything in advance
How everything happens
I would do everything under the program
And he studied non -self
Not on strangers, but on their mistakes
I would not have faded in a household routine
Like a fly confused in a spider web
Or in adhesive tape
Which in the kitchen hung
So as not to climb where it should not be
And they don't need to pussy
Will suck all the juices and throw it into garbage