Антон Гуфи - Ловец снов
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Hello surprise:
So ridiculous - I was shot down by an ambulance that crawled to save.
They survived ... Sirens parody the candles starting to fade away.
Two to the degree of loneliness of reasons to get drunk,
Without consonant thoughts to heal, everyone escaped to forget.

I will not say how painful atmospheric pressure breaks the bones.
Or not atmospheric pressure at all, but a coal won.
To this ... which is miserable ... wrapped in a purple shirt,
That now I would give everything for a clean sheet and coffee a cup.

You know? And I managed to lose my mind, in about a day,
Considering to minus a hundred, lying stained with dreams of a dog booth.
Exhaling through the holes from the stabs in the gone roof.
I swear obscenities the same way, but quieter, on the floors there are five higher.

But my most sore imagination woke up
By means: dizziness, in the eyes of burning. Ahead of the manual.
Something else really wanted to hear about the direction,
It's how to get away from your own heartbeat.

Time: seven forty -three, seemingly morning (it darkened in the eyes).
I can’t move, everything is boldly and quickly numb.
The words were confused - of course the most important,
They will be carried away by snowy lumps (but too paper).

It smells in the summer, but in fact ... it seems that autumn has come,
And for the clock it came about seven or eight minutes.
And my hysteria bypassing all the epilogues reaches her climax,
He leads me somewhere far away, leads me faster.

OK. Sonch at the station ... or maybe ... in the hospital.
Leaving the will follow from coffee on the page, words with a string.
Where: outside the window, winter includes signs of a cold,
Ahh ... exactly, outside the window ... or autumn ... or bullying of the mental amplitude.

Along the way, I tried to write a book where no one was to blame,
But the motive turned out to be weak, only a couple of tenths of kilowat.
For some reason it turned out much more than it was necessary
And now they were awarded that it was not a reward - ordinary diades.

But no one loves to read boring books, right?
Especially if some eccentric is trying to write the ending.
Tell me, why does something catch much? Almost to trembling
To goosebumps on the skin, to the screams of passers -by, to completely not similar ...

By evening, the rain went, everything was a little tired, but not in a glass.
The mind is still in the fog, the screensaver is familiar on the screen, a mistake in the plan.
Some film helped to fall asleep. The dream catcher coped, did his job.
For the first time, a little ineptly, but I woke up not yet circled with chalk.