ВАНТУЗ - НАЗЛО
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At the meeting under the cover of the night
I only feel the taste
Catching a flying crab
Shook and hold my fingers
Go to the guru
And get at least a gram
Everything is in appearance while frequencies within
Dedicated gamut
I am coals from the daughter
Tiredly moving the pupils
I look at the world as a person
Not confused with money
They suck
Without ignoring the remains
Emptyly leaving the vessel
As if womb after a fight
This is a law
Growing into a question
That crossing the boundaries
Leaving the place where he grew up
Got a brace on the river
And like a thief climbed into the apartment
Doubt unit
Moves around the world
It's a game
Always in his own right
It is possible only to understand this
Having experienced in his own skin
In the best you will win the time
But not time at all
In the cloak and mask of Superman
Hanging crooked

Guliver plays hide and seek
Or sparkling heels
Semenite beyond the horizon
Gradually disappearing
On the knees of the oceans
And the forests are laid
Continents all and countries
I crossed in two hours
I looked at the whole world
And forgave everyone in a row
Your appearance and subspecies
Only a different outfit
I am not an enemy to nature
The ocean is her brother
Everything rotates here
Informing without boards
This is basically so simple
The intention changes
Survive one hundred percent
The program permits
I'm questions and answers
I know all these
And nervous reactions
I distinguish a virtual machine

From reality
Jumping back
I say hello from the threshold
Showing that he is glad
Two reality and meaning
In a parallel world nearby
To which with a hand
They will reach or look

Even hair and nails
Or heads and chest
In the light, highlighting the image
They will not prove that we are people
Our organs and cells
Minerals and acids
They will never tell you
Absolutely exactly who you are
Who are you for good
Indicate work experience
In the faces of old friends
Expression of care
I said everything right
Reading this sermon
Approvingly nodding
Sending quietly fucking
I have to go
On the grass between the yards
Moving move
And at home they stand mountains
Fading disappears
In the lamp knowledge from the gin
Gradually cooling
Clay is hardening from the inside
And the achieved goal
He loses his charms
And sucking below ...
Dear below it is grounded
Eyes are closed
Fatigue wakes up
I would repeat more
If I hadn't dreamed of old age

Tick so tick so in question tick so
Tick is so tick so it's not just like that
Tick so tick so in question tick so
Tick is so tick so evil for evil