Оксимирон - Не с начала
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Immediately correct her blanket, for this self betraying anathema
She came out of the foam, thin shoulder imprint leaving on the tile
And khan you, you got ready, old fool, - that's all the epitaph
Darkness falls on the city, Spand falls asleep, mafia wakes up

There, under us, hoarse, anthill sees the mouth, like Rottweiler, and teaches to survive in parallel to how at this time those who are upstairs are taught to solve equations
And while the city is vertically divorced, it is enough mechanically in bed, not even waking up, my dick, and I smile her and understand that fatally lost
And sorry not to keep the remaining night before the final fall
After all, tomorrow turns everything, tomorrow a couple of people will not return home
After all, there, stopudovo, close nests for those who holy believes in the place under the sun
For those who could not look at the stars
Those who will go to the passage of the abyss
Without two hours, and soon the action will begin
Despot on the Mount Target Behind
In vain! It was necessary to flee a flight
Oh, night to hold out how in the song it goes, yes day to sleep
Could I imagine a couple of days ago without scientific
What, besides the bed together, acquaintance now with my girl fucking will turn out ... Bry!

Above the head of the sky lights, like neon slogans
Through a window, like panels, designed by LEDs equipped worlds

Will dawn. Spherier Wheel in Heaven
Tomorrow is evil and cheerful sunrise
You will read about everything in the news
For now ...

Over the head of the lights chaise
Like neon slogans
Through the window, like panels, visible
LEDs equipped worlds

Lucky: garrison will be broken and taken
Rubikon cried, term expired
You will read about everything in the news

The city is sleeping on the mountain
Here it is a copy of Gotam with Compton
Windows, can be seen in darkness:
Thieves yes cops, road over the abyss
Gorky smoke on water
Moho works, metropolis
Dark Citadel - whether the resort, or antiutopia
Guru headquarters where dark, where dust, where dusty, where darkness
So here is the institution:
Either throne or pit with shit or prince or slave
And for slaves it does not sing golden sunrise, it does not call a silver sunset
From afar not for them glowing the horizon and there will be a unthinkable treasure - this is only for the Lord
If you did not see what I am - you, apparently, blind
Go to the light, let the invisible dog attack you did not see the trace
Cyclone comes, very soon on the city, shower and snow, death and death will be collapsed
I did not understand what it was, but all this had just seen in the dream, and the words "where we are not"
And sleep dictates in the notebook: "Time is not wasteful"
I undertake to write until time will reverse
While the burden does not blow like a strand; Time "Pulitzer" take!
I get up and, having stolen on a chair, sculpting fearful, fucking from all the Duri, only to have time for the morning, because I can get under the bullets
Three sheets - half an hour
I hear the inner voice;
No, not conscience, and my inner hunger
Who remembers how Yun was and young
Before the melch was in the fluff
Before the awards, the choir of clubs, billboards, magazines, where there was suddenly titled
I am writing again on a momentary malice. Light. She is sleeping. I am a word in a word

Over the head of the lights chaise
Like neon slogans
Through the window, like panels, visible
LEDs equipped worlds

Will dawn. Spherier Wheel in Heaven
Tomorrow is evil and cheerful sunrise
You will read about everything in the news
For now ...

Over the head of the lights chaise
Like neon slogans
Through the window, like panels, visible
LEDs equipped worlds

Lucky: garrison will be broken and taken
Rubikon cried, term expired
You will read about everything in the news