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Ditties

On the bolts swamp twisted by nuts:
The insight is stirring up
Yes, embarrassed under the halt
And go to the thread - there will be a fuss -cut
Yes, through the bloody through the slots
You can’t calculate who is together, and who is separate
Wait, take time:
The morning is wiser than the evening
We'll see there, let's see:
The evening of the morning is more unqualified
Evening in the morning is more blonde -
That will be ahead ...
And as for the night - so hold on, Bartholomew is a saint!
Only holiness is in you and not cleaner than that
What do we all have ...
You got into the holy saints
And what was tormented -
Duc is a couple of years old chemistry!
And we are holy wretches ...
Do you hear how the walkers tick?
So our year olds go on stilts
And we
We spit, let's float along the sea of blue
Yes in white slippers
Yes, on black steamers ...
Look, peaceful ruffles collapse
In the toy war
Funny shelves,
Yes, woe is inconsolable ...
And the commanders are amused by glory
Yes, only about the honor of a prick will not be soaked,
Czech beer is jerking
It smells of garlic today
Private word and honest
It smells of knowing what?
It smells of knowing what?!
It smells know what ...
Well, if you were so warlike,
With a show -off business, the only warrior in the field is
Here is the field for you, fight!
And on the lafheliki rested dwarfs
Only marathika and hash croopalics
We are anesthetized ...
Our wounds are torn
Yes our life is strange
Eh, early morning, Sunday, vicious
Yes, only the sky is some kind:
Either crimson
Is it stained?
And I don't know what to answer
I do not know what to say,
My God, my life
And I stand here, like bewitched
Yes, I watch everything like a newborn:
Well, still show me! ..
But I know that without the roof my walls,
Without springs, my bed ...
The bloodless veins of this soul ...
Is I guilty of that?
Well, take it out and put the truth naked,
Yes, so that without tricks
Otherwise, do not demolish your heads!
Here's the truth by state, yes whole, but clean
Well, what stared?
Break the virgin to her
What to go with her?
In short, the cock of the shirt, Sklifosovsky ...
Come on, don't teach his father ...
Also to me, the epics are speechless
Well, what is the side?
I suppose you want to get out clean? ..
Come on guys, bent, the girl is strong!
And we - yes, with group and rape -
They asked for good after all!
Well, she's taperer she is twisted,
Yes tamed
Yes, along the panel, it walks with a fixer gilded
Eh, the shoulders are dark and round
The figure is chiseled!
Yes, only some kind of dull gaze, doomed
Was once blue-eyed ...
They looked into her eyes -
E-e-e, my mother is honest ...
And the eyes are black!
And I don't know what to do,
And I don't know what to say
My God, my life
Why are those who with will - slaves,
And who is in the wild - they are limp and smugdles?
And friends tell me -
Come on,
But I feel something was wrong:
There is some kind of pervert here ...
But this lie was more complicated than it seemed to me.
Is I guilty of that?
And you were not on the sidelines out of timidity -
On the sides of the eye, rotating like a blades,
Ready to break everyone!
Suddenly someone's fingers, everyone is smeared with blood,
You will put crispy packs in hands
Relay wand
You will immediately clock
As soon as you take a clock ...
And they will sprinkle like scalded thoughts
In the boiling of your kettle.
Your aspirations are crazy
Empty promises ...
And run along the path along the garnish,
Running and in a drunken fucker you
Increasingly...
And by putting chilling details into the pool,
You will play, recovering on an ice floe
On the drifting, on melting ...
Oh, you are and to
When dragging you
From water from that