Братиш - Неон
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From under. The blankets barely barely
I got a look at the TV set
The series are tired of the pad
It would be possible to do it
ate weeks
Waiting for Monday.
Once he dragged him, but crawling to bed.
So that the fraction of laziness
How to overcome yourself?
To the sofa, remote control
Yes, things for later
(not ready)
How tired nothing is done
drowned on the couch, circle with chalk.
Phone signals
Brash Dali in silence
Operator or not?
Who is on that wire to the side?
The voice is not familiar to me
I take the phone
"Hello".
Charming notes of speech,
Combed in the ear, like a high will be evening.
Take care of the liver, party is provided
You won't regret it, man
In the bar and the soul will heal
From holes and wounds.
Sneakers from the corridor
They sat on their feet themselves
The blanket ran away
"Answer, master, where are you?"
How so?
Hats did not leave
Slogs cried,
Tyok, dropped bitter drops crane
The courtyards are not in a hurry,
Past the sites in the arch,
Stop.
In fact
Take me horned
On the trail not rolled
I put a travel to the validator screen.
Passing an hour in the battles of the grannies,
I go into this hive.
The wall club beat the baskets.
So cool.
In order not to jinx
Strange, but everything is clockwork
Face control bypassing casting
The face of the guard is familiar, "Hello"
Past girls, whiskey, Coca-Cola
I shout to them Hol
At the moment of the explosion of the dance floor
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Neon fell on those lad
The waist of the ladies intertwines in the dance
T -shirt is wet, she is on the same.
A little more and give his hands
Neon fell on Teleaa
The sound system issued the beats
Here until I fall, or until the morning
Barman at Bar Lil by glasses
Nectar
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Kolya's eyes
Smoke of a veil
Ray Safita slides over the television princesses
Here everyone knows the dimensions of the hips
I write "I arrived" to the number of that aunt.
And he was not forced to wait for the answer.
Bang cocktail, go upstairs.
For a second, scorched
Filled,
A shadow moved to the bar, before. Money.
They stumbled in the blood in the blood
I felt, not the type that was.
Dope D.O.D
The motive brought up
I take instincts in
I call the elevator.
Dzyn
This is the floor I need
Epogery Madama
I pouting, "Who are you, mother?"
It became scary
Her wrinkles gave out experience
That is still a tigress
Belyash burst into both cheeks ...
The folds hung in the peignoir network
She is BelAZ against the background of a chevrolet of impass
Sebaceous skin over the light pours glare
Real beard on the face and by God, Viking
Helicopters arrived here,
Alcohol blades were gaining momentum in me
I am not satisfied
Her movements like waves
Rolved, I answered, beating vomiting fountains
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