мутант ъхвлам - МенделеIV
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the police tortured Solzhenitsyn,
meaningfully, slowly, just for you,
sad people, squeaky ladies,
on the fan of drool, fireworks in the pistol,
how to get into a noose
but they will love a century without any ghosts,
ideas have run out, a tree has grown into a jamb,
son-in-law killed brother-in-law - small loss,
there is no true Mendeleev by definition,
Snezhana’s legs are mixed, the buttons are pressed,
she was a carriage driver,
I'm wearing pajamas at seven years old,
Where is Lenin? on the ground

between me and the true Mendeleev,
fit Leo Tolstoy,
and one Varvara Nikitishna,
will greet you with a cry: “Hello, cockerels,” coughing,
such days have gone: minimal, mission incomplete,
thick drops of time,
my inner farm is deserted,
the baobabs have dried up,
oblivion in kents,
where they sing Petliura in skirts and furs,
This is how Lyra attends school performances,
You don't have a jeweler!
no, really, put away the notebooks,
smells like molestation and Marlboro front door
immediately viewer, go beyond the next one,
comprehend the great Tao,
contagious and sick,
for Dynamo or AIDS,
behind us is only the distance of the steppe,
the depth of the eye sockets and horse shit,
and we are catching up with the sky

the mysticism of hospital corridors,
swastika, shock on faces,
with an eraser and a pencil they will draw a holiday,
the stool teases you to sit down,
until the chair gets cold,
an officer swam up to the Turk from the rear
I went crazy in the heat of the moment,
took aim,
the mudflow hit the trailer,
“save souls” was read in a different person,
the chain is broken,
goal achieved
sad clown on stage
someone will appreciate it,
centner of meat.