Слеп Ро - Ради куша
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Born not to be second, we have views of holes. They put the streets, passing yards, there were apartments. They would not be soldered so that they did not burn for the time being, the ships passed through our ports. The foods, leisurely, the soul reached the finish line. Don’t bother the roots where to decide where Here food is already living, you can no longer see the line. The right will be a thin one, as long as there was no miracle. It was for good luck to be in vain we beat the dishes. It’s good to pull from here. There is no strength, there are no strength. In the pockets of bald casuals, and pockets are teeming with pennies, and No more. Suyta, because of Gasha, sinful. There are a blow at night, fate promises to judge the merchant or immediately the creator. It builds someone's form of Haga to another robe of the salary, he will not regret the cross. Nevidoma, who is to the stake, who is who who is who He does not leave the hole, whose role here is a fist on the table. I don’t understand what they write on his forehead, was united and cut off on his nose. Who attributes the huckster to the face of saints, who catches, plants some and others. In the entrance, noise, cough, around the corner, around the corner The scream-nickered is not important, everyone has long been used to it. The sigarette for three, on the shallows,-holidays. Litsa hide dusk when we smoke plastic. Who will forgive us? Hell Wa teas a thing. The matter is rubbish. On the bitch, the casting. Remember ... Remember ... if the huts, then the rooms seemed to be missing. And with us those crumbs of conscience sunk. The subjects were damned. soot. rightly sorting out! To halfway, the sound of the UAZ brakes, I immediately prompted us in the area. Circus, the cycle clashes and you can not even try to break out of the captivity of gray scenery. Where there is no money and everything is nonsense here. . Watch, we collect to the package, we plan to escape. There are no rustles in this wilderness. Speech more or completely silent! They pricked the ears of the sound, and the other thousands. The Moral is called the load, the vera-blade. Therefore, there is not enough wind for the sail, and It’s empty in their heads. How much is it not to fuck the art? How do they dare to call us a punks, street garbage. By a greyhound by a greyhound, voice-bosses, as a result, with a broken nose, they will run in with new threats! What kind of crisis of smart faces? Deficiency of dogs? , evil fighting unit! l without borders, the struggle of the convolutions, the struggle of the muscles, do not yawn, while waking up! Born not to be second, we have views of holes. They put the streets, passing yards, there were apartments. They would not burn for the time being, the ships passed through our ports.