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The fourth day of the dying condition.
I, as usual, spread on the roads with snot.
It all looks like a puff cake and each of its layers
In its own unique, in its own way.
The internal mansions collapse from touching the fingers,
No one will ever tell you this story briefly.
Little calcium, probably, smiling the sun is harmful.
You can burn the gum so that the teeth will fall instantly.
Bronchial asthma develops into a fear of numbers,
Units, dozens, there is probably something unclean.
time is treated, but there are no doctors, locked in the cells of the sky,
There are no stairs from there, pass hello.
49 days before my madness, 53 to complete madness,
Go to the board and tell the medical history orally,
in which these are empty and illness to invent yourself,
Yes, invent in such a way that in your words, in the end, you died.
killed by a homeless dog at dawn, under the bridge,
But Stop. What did you do there? Why did you suffer there?
These are questions that will most likely not be answers to.
In the abdomen, the bullet is a sharp fang of the lack of words of the words of gray everyday life.
I go beyond the limits of notebooks, beyond the red line.
The notebook king will not forgive me, put on a stake in pitch darkness.
My interval is from four to forty,
I give you so much Killerz, my friend, rather, take it.
Suddenly there were leprosy on the fingers, this is all the hoop,
with which the mittens were weighed with beautiful,
And on the mittens with a thick layer, the embankment of human teeth,
On the roads are congestion, and I will regain fences.
From point "A" to point "A" a whole planet,
Mountains, rivers, seas, oceans, rains, snowdrifts, winds.
Vienna swell from the fallen ice inside,
From such prospects, even the most persistent will fall.
difficult days have come: lack of oxygen,
Accommodation in particularly terrible conditions, by the way.
It will never become sunny in the edge of frozen lands,
Stopping the forty -meter snakes inside.
Do not dare to do this, otherwise the chain will suddenly break off,
No one will return back, the door to the sky will quickly close.
There are four cats under the stairs that really want to eat,
They eat all your meanings with thoughts together.
The agenda has come, it is time to serve in the intergalactic army.
33 years of service may not be in vain.
This is from above. There is not even such a weapon at all,
There, soldiers are fed with special food.
I would leave for Japan, but I still don’t know why.
Gopniks are again on the street. The bitch, in the edge fucked up, in general.
What am I talking about? I become one of them.
If anything, goodbye, this is my last inadequate verse.
I overtook a storm in a shopping center, rain and other precipitation,
The God of the Sun has to constantly give bribes.
This summer will be especially cold, as he told me.
No money - no weather, I understand, no?
I did not understand, and I am not going to give the last money.
I have been evicted outside the Earth for the eighth time in a year.
Measured by strength with a tree, fight with a pillar.
pump martial art, get a lot of different skills.
There is a lot of killer inside me.
So I want to start everything again.
The pier has a lot of seagulls, I drank a lot of tea inadvertently,
Agreeing with me, the tree swayed a branch.
The head is sick of the fourth day, it was already ashamed.
This fourth day of dying condition.
I have a side dish for breakfast,
And for dinner, today I have soup from whitewashing from the walls.