Макулатура - холод
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and there was a thing in the entrances, they pissed and smoked Sartre
as if the sativa was doing somersaults from the clouds into the snowdrifts
just stood behind the cold like a silent guard
when he filled everything with himself it became completely unfearing

The direction will not be indicated by the Glonass navigator
here in all four directions there is only a pale country
where the sky sifts through an endless blizzard
humanity is hiding by the battery in delirium

but I like the cold, I walk on the ice in my underwear
as if it were an official duty and is spinning like a white moth
the ashes of days in the radiance of the endless cold today
the sun will not melt the puddles, only mountains of ice will rise

I am forever on an ice campaign as Baron Ungern
I’m listening to the melody, it’s the cold, it’s singing something to the blizzard
cautious Turgenev invites the ghost to visit
I live among them and my bones go numb from the cold
forever on an ice campaign as Baron Ungern
there is nothing to cast a shadow on this snowy flooring
the cold is like a messenger strangling the neck of a blizzard
and with a whistle through the snow we fly into inevitability

and I like the cold
cold cold to my liking

it's your blood on ice
we burn with blue flames in hell
that illness invigorates me for you
I'll suck it in my mouth friend

there is nothing alive left in the world
escape from winter while we are at peace with it
tongues stuck to each other
Don't go out on the ice without crutches, honey.

and I'm at the skating rink in slippers
I'm in the cold in swimming trunks
I fight off the weather with a volume of Kafka
with a brick the yunger lay down under the counter

you think you are my mistress
I think in terms of types
and it's not even yours
and I don’t even know how old you are

didn't cut off the leg didn't count here
on the trunks of your birch trees there are rings
life cannot be measured with a ruler
refuse to time yourself

give up your intentions
this is liberation
but we languish in prison like in a garden bed
someday I will become a bard

and gloomy lines on winter evenings
will scatter throughout the cities
I'll give away all my dramas for free
threesome dream about monogamy brother

I'm your boyfriend and you are cute pariahs
equal to a snowman's piston
I’m running to the rep for virtual business
I am I am not the last Dalai Lama
your boyfriend you are my dear pariahs
it's like a piston from a snowman
steam creeps from the footprints of my slippers
but in the heart the snow will not melt

won't melt
when I'm sober and cold, be even more afraid
than when you're drunk

and I'm fucking cold
get lost in your heater