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pack island
The night sharpness is monumentally
My log house is in it
I have a scab on my skin
dirty snow full
Cook soup with beans and kutia
blood boils, I take Keparik from the shelf
I run into the depths of the forest, as if wounded in my heart
The local clerk received the key to the chest
And the decree to tell everyone that there was no fool
Only stink and stuffiness
In this grid of dark days
only one corpse of a cat
Puti -has been more fun
Eyes rummage along the road
looking for meaning to seek letters
The most difficult step from the threshold
Here you are alive, and here you are dead
Here you are the body here you are ashes
Here you are the thought here is oblivion
Here you wear a fashionable tailcoat
You have plants fees
I am a clumsy neurostenic, this world is not at the rates
This is all a butterfly dream, this is a long katsen
But the guardsmen in pursuit
score into the death of horses
Matron sang song
This song is merciless
You are a dance floor under the song
Rub in small shreds
And the capacity of the relics more often
Fuck the muzzle about paving stones
And fears will catch me and catch me
drink stones in my pockets
and enclose shackles
Life will become a dense hopeless anal liking
And the crowd shouts
He is not worthy of the grave
Take off his light
Throw his corpse into the sump
Take off his eternity

He is not worthy of death
Do not drown it in the river
Let the eagle with an iron beak
The liver brushes him