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The front door is always locked
But the door to the garden was open
The Garden is all white from sea fog
took the next Congress of shower: Clarter's couple,
Jimmy, Fern and Mom
locking the doors on the bolt, Mrs. Johnson
took precautions
Not only against living people
closing shutters on the windows
Mrs. Johnson in the first place
I was afraid of not blinking views
forever frozen hearts
Black shadow in the hood nearby
We need to run soon
pretend that we don't notice
The elusive thread of conversations
spinning through the fingers of the sand
unnecessary rhymes, metaphors and allegories
Longing green in my eyes

do you remember me?
I am the bastard from your yard
what was in different socks and torn crosses
the one that drove on the tires
From the recreation center Lenin to the Vosa recreation center
I collected a chain from old toys
wire scraps and other rubbish
The hand is still a scar from the lighter
because of the kids' beliefs of one ram

Then, as now, I avoided friendly meetings,
parental instructions, generally accepted issues.
I'm listening to the third day
At any moment I can quit.

Do not ask why I don't answer the phone
Why in the fifth grade there was a nickname Gordon
I don't know what to answer you
I will keep silent or indifferently nod in response
I will put on the headphones and continue to ignore
I have been successfully doing this already ahem-fuel
In childhood, I read Herbert Wells
and wanted to become invisible
If they gave such an opportunity
Oh, I would do everything differently
Special services would not engage in my capture
I would be silent than the quietest Indian Apachi
And only in cold nights
The guards of shopping centers could notice
how in the corner someone is crying quietly
Or laughs
and hits in a block of brio
And the red ball rolls medium size.
And if all the decay
then let it mean at least one second to mean something.

In the meantime, I will continue to avoid friendly meetings,
parental instructions, generally accepted issues.
I'm listening to the third day
At any moment I can quit.

The lynx that fell into the trap will pierce you with pupils,
To the edges full of pain and hatred.
too proud to ask a person
It’s better to die
apologizing for his clumsiness
like broken legs that your rumpled shirt
And uncleaned boots
kill the majesty of your meeting
For dirt on the face should not be ashamed
It should be ashamed for not my face
I clarify my tongue when someone is not there stressed
I boil with anger when congratulations on the day of jam
The eyes are poured with blood
When they say cookies instead of cookies.

I have not seen a single miracle of light,
you will not find a bereta bone in the closet
Not like a skeleton
Do not erase this acidic mine from your face
I will throw an indifferent look
On torn memories
About the summer two thousand fifth
Fatigue is gateway
The covers of the bent books
I skipped the tutors
I lowered the money to Camus and Orwell
Sometimes on a white current
Often fucked his head all night
He cut out the numbers on his forearms with a clerical knife
Mother screamed in horror
Father is silent in the corner
When they found out that I am steaming chewing gum in supermarkets
I tried in front of the district police officer
head in the educational part
This is a good boy
He did nothing wrong with
No, fucking!
I want to dismember the entire teacher's composition
And blow up the school
Hang the guts of classmates with a garland
on Christmas trees in front of a school fence
but instead at the republican Olympiads
Trying to distinguish potassium-bromium from sodium chlor
I smile at your jokes, repeating to myself
I'll leave soon
I will definitely leave soon.

And I will continue to avoid friendly meetings,
parental instructions, generally accepted questions
I'm listening to 3 days
At any moment I can quit.