Розовые очки от ferre - Когда Кельвин становился Кевином
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To bite God. To bite God. To bite God. To bite God.

Tears no longer fit into dresses
Dry the mess in words
I said I was confusing
Collar and dog
Brief with a bed on you
He reigned on dust
In it, the fever of vitamin C
Choir of lights in his mouth cooked mulled wine
And sang through Lenon and gauze glue

I inhale unique
Glue from Kevin Klein
Change Ferre

Private lamps in privat
Cotton paws stick together
So the plan B comes into business
Where could you be
At the parade
With drugs for me
Wound with tirades, piles of hell
But is it necessary for falling
Lipsticks give my lips
Like quotes by rude
We chop we drifts a rumba on the veins of the hands
Parodia guns for people
Under supervision, dead children play sarcasm
So he was not rendered
Pink house - only puzzle
These night stories
About the cramps of the mind, prisms
Pauses, brain squeal
Where are whiskey frames
Breathing air minus life signs
You are lifeless and capricious with temptations
Sincerely low, but sharp shots
Put counters with wind orchestras

I inhale unique
Glue from Kevin Klein
Change Ferre
Lithium storm
Boxes of sweets
For lunch new food
Well, the old smell and color
If I could become at least someone here
I would have become at least someone
I would get into this splendor