скептический, риталити - черепная коробка для вашего кота
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Billion people spend years in fear of wrinkles
And they forgot themselves under cheap alcohol
And what do they have in common? Yes, there is only one answer
Both those and these - blanks for anti -utopias
Instead of products I buy valerian
Just a cat inside me, because I also want to be drunk
In addition, in the "Bukinist" a couple of Kafka's books
Not for education - there is not enough paper in the tray
I recently felt like unnecessary
Everestes from tablets gave me to get off the coils
I conquered these peaks, "laudable" Achivka
I note this on the wall with a knife feather
I did not bring chocolate of the hot Lale
Did not finish the bottle of "Malta" in a deserted cafeha
Did not give cotton wool and burning his friend Candy
And in general, never was useful to anyone
This creature settled in me
With a clawe, confusing again and so inflamed brain
Alco, Dragons, other shit -
As the most universal answer to any question
I thought, you know, the milligan was easier -
After all, he did not feed his fluffy lump inside himself
Tlen, wine and aromas of smoky rings
All this has become for him a nutrient food
Lord, how tired of it then by God everything
Now wash your head with a healing dew
Glitch of urban outskirts races on sores salt
Do not stop these suffering with a white strip

. Titals.

The call of the negativity closes in this city all the doors on the marble bolt in the form of far -fetched basics
Now water or sand will flow through the fabrics, leaving the rhythmic knock of the pulse in the life of the stock
But a cunning and tidy cat cannot hide a lump with wool, no one helped
He, panting in the rain, clogged all your weaknesses, from the folding to sweet

Actresses all the same with hatred dripped into the glasses of sleeping milky juice
The moon threw an incision on the skin with an uneven strip, lasso flaunts on her neck for a long time
And the essay is no longer wanting to eat bags of bags.
Give him liters of tears and souls falling to the bottom of the dreams with a grain of asceticism

Fragments of those lamps that illuminated our threshold, but evil does not tolerate the plax and whiners
Now his fate is sewn up with threads, from now on the arrows show the reverse course of events
Pull the lots according to the hunch who to die in a warm monastery today, there are not enough spectators here
In order to collect that correct cash desk and my cat do not worry in vain

And I will wake up and look again into the eyes of hysteria, she is drunk, she does not want to listen to these nonsense
Bring brandy, all days like a ribbon on a coil for stupid flies
He is comfortable on the couch when reception in a cramped room, but in the evening all the same loneliness
The accident once it all ends, only the tip of the tail and bright eyes remained

Please do not be so soulless, it is frightened by a vacuum cleaner and shower
And the street is like hell, he would like to stay with you forever
But only in the kitchen invisible, destroying silence, water flowed from the tap
All sounds are silent when the owner is lost for his cat

And the skull will be empty forever