Тим Скоренко - Баллада о безумии
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And so the trouble came: Polina stole the cyclop, grabbed the freak, Alena caught a maniac, and the soul became empty, transparent like glass, I was angrily curled my mouth, letting the dogs with ropes. I put a braid in my pocket, I took a baseball bat. The chassis, beloved Slavic Sports, throwing the devils, went to the station, my head is empty, and my darkened gaze was dead. And I checked the moment, grabbed the cop, fired him in the basement and laid it on the floor, rushed out of fear but my conscience is pure: I did not kill the cops, I played baseball with them. And he told me this: today he burned his wife, sodomed his daughter yesterday, and he cooked the mother -in -law and ate, of course, he is a maniac, but he was not guilty It is worth making that night when the light was not white for me. And I let it go, breaking my nose in the end, cutting my member into a dick and knocking my eyes for happiness. I, like a shot platoon with buttonholes in the color of roses, go for us in the turns of machine -gun tapes for us. Like in the coolest cinema, as in the film about Silent Hill, the last Boyskout is alive and Freddy is counting, I threw the tops to the hell under the hoarse squabbles, went down into the brothels of lies, without thinking about anything. I was a bartender and cool, he thought that everything is O'K, he laughed at my face and poured urine into beer. I took his game, Tesak sparkled in his hand and dug into his egg, come on, say, silent. And he told me this way: today he was in paradise, Gerych ate wagons, and the foam flowed from the pores, the head was empty, the brains swam in the glue, the ax was boiled inside and the ax stuck in the priest. In short, it had to be left by the very one, having deprived the golden teeth and having finally removed the scalp. I guess, I just elk: I can’t find a stream in which my love would have sung a sad scald. And here all the knowledge was cut into my forehead, the beacon cut out the sorrow and the beacon and the beacon and the beam and He gave the guiding light: Polina grabbed the cyclops, Maryana stole a freak, Alena caught a maniac, many troubles happened. I saw in reality how a black empty plant without any workers rhythmically melts metal, a fierce sea Revun woke up in the depths of the waters, hit the shaman in Tamtam, I got up with a hard bed. Let Desperados sleep in a leisurely night silence, with me I took Shotgan and disk The saw, dressed from head to toe, like in Koppole Martin Shin, I went to the autobahn under the light of silver moon. And now, passing the posts, I burst into the workshop with a roar, where the bloody hot honey poured from Chan to Chan, became so ashamed, there was sadness on my face with a seal, smoking a toothy mouth. Of course, he was waiting for me, with his hand holding mine with one hand. The Golden Lan, the beautiful lady N. And, without appreciating his life, he chewed a fire in me, and I threw a silver shuriken into this rubbish. Having discarded my love, he began to fight with me, he beat me in the face and waved violently with a knife; Metal shone under the clatter of evil teeth, and the matter was led to an end, and the maniac was in the way. And it was not easy for me, and he won almost, with his foot on his forehead, he said the speech that I was vile cattle and the world to save me from me He was so lucky, and enough strength for it. And I was exhausted and, in general, I was deprived of everything, I was quietly lying under him and gave up almost already. He was his anger, I looked like a screenshot, went out of the lights, went out in me. The spark was dumbfounded in the shower. But then I raised my eyes and suddenly saw a gorgeous look in the shade of the chic Polina, the beautiful Alena Lick, the funny Maryan's ass, and then the lights lit up, I became stronger a hundred times and my scream torn. I cut it, shredded, bone bone behind the bone, and he, a spontaneous, did not doh, lagged me in the face, Uryuk, I pulled out his eyes, stuck a nail in his heart, then put it on a sharp sticking hook. In short, the good again, as if the row, defeated evil, the migles of the cops of the cops reassured me instantly; And I began to understand how, in general, I was lucky: I, falling at the very bottom, covered the world from the maniac. Polina then, Alena me-yogo! -Ir Marine immediately hugged me so joyfully, stuck into the mouth and a feast of the gods began, the homemade resurrect the hearth, went well things. A large and comfortable house, children around the gourbie, and it goes to spring, and ships float into the distance. Would finish the fairy tale for that, but the pipe trumpets again: I miss something like that again, damn it. I take an ax again, perhaps, just like that. I didn’t say everything, I didn’t keep everything in honor. A maniac crawls, and I go to the station with the cops the bazaar ...