МаНгУС Семантик - Мысли - листья
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My thoughts have fallen to the ground for winter,
Dreams were scorched, and they pull the roots
On the eve of the year new to their places, in those days in memory,
When the everyday life of Foro, does not yell about the stern.
When the ear is stolen in childhood books.
Hurry up with them by a sparrow to the cockroach!
So once I introduced the Chukovsky roots for the mind ...
After all, often the hardships of which are huge shadow,
In fact, small in the root.
The voice of my mother came to life, you believe how?
Better than 2pac in the form of a hologram.
Information dumps the diet, worships
As you grow up, you are a little man
Like a leash to fill the syringe.
From fairy tales to science fiction and world classics.
From hide and seek and classics to shakes, where the veil will overtake the latitudes ...
Sum, meters in squares, veil, joy of the miracle of birth
And the birth of you as a teacher, so that the miracle does not grow into the monster.
Such is the dominant field of parents!
Such are the thoughts of people are akin to aunt
Luke of opportunities at the arrow of ideas.
Shoot the sleeping areas flying into the shadow
We are striving to a firebie-bird dream ...
Will burn out all many such firewoods, rash of memory of ash
And sometimes falls to the memories of Nick Toska
To the days of carefree bliss.
Look, and from the ashes, the phoenix of experience has rebelled with concern for you.

So, clinging to the heat of dreams, burning our fingers, we burn time.
How the burned Moscow drove the French curses,
So burnt impressions, rebelled from the ashes,
Shout to the desire to mate for the plumage of birds of happiness,
The worship of the experience is to fill the boob of the ideas of those very ones.
A cycle of yields and fires, as the grass fell on the fields,
After all, blood renewal is all our wounds.
Time machine - there is a memory!
Nostalgia waves to us among hyenas,
Maybe so approved, hug.
Inherent in everyone, after all, to have this thirst,
Carrying to the homeland, blood to the mole ...
Whether it is a conflict at a hot point,
Between SCILL and ChaRIBD, Caribus on a tanker in a stroke,
Or the sending is muffled in a career, mine,
In the field of space program, in the spacesuit.
Not in the atmosphere, but in the cabin of the orbital station.
No matter what distance, the location of the human labor is seized,
Consciousness is for the power to always smash us a placebo from thoughts to each personal dunkard,
Like a British soldier in a forty year in the last century!
Retreat into memory, as a procession in the Immortal shelf.
Of course, a person is free at a completely calendar with leaves
To throw the stages of the haven of your path, like the steps of missiles.
The skin on the snake is like the past life ...
But Prince Vladimir could not disown everything.
Delightful squabbles of consciousness, Burl Solaris, gave birth to questions,
In which Duphreine has increased through Showshenka!
Everything is in your head, because there the casket is much more cheerful
Wealth at the head of the Sultanate Bahrain.
Well, in my next chapter, the flight is still in my thoughts
Electron at the time of the New Year to relatives ...

Knowledge of consciousness, the concept of memory,
In these walls, our angel is the Keeper.
From the cradle to the grave of Magellan's thoughts,
But often we are attracted only around the world ... lamps.