вышел покурить - бумажный самолет
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Psilocybin mushrooms, plasticine dreams
Siga Prima, in the eyes of orange juice
Aspen stake in the chest, let them say
Believe me in a fairy tale, and perhaps it will be extended
Follow the outfit, blow off the dust dust shoes
The question posed by the edge is destroyed by Finn
Steps to the clinic, panic in the skull
You don't take it out, probably it's not about the polemic
In the package something carried something, I took something, I took something
Guki do not sleep at night, Guki explodes the station
The empty hall is cooler than the trees and apologists
Not having shades jumps for the spectrum
With roots in a sect, iron wrinkles with an iron
Sewing with a cross, the main role of profit
Needle on strings, freedom is riveted to the bute
Everything goes away, get pussy for jokes
Aqualanges burst air with bubbles
Stained the sheet something dirty just
Asking to look at things, always lose keys
I searched in my beloved filling, but I found grunts
A dash according to an alcoholic with experience
Paper aircraft on the New York towers
Scum drifting on a planted basin
Vaselin on bunks, produced the calculation at the checkout
Stick Straziki will look more expensive
Turn on imagination, throat plus a cold knife
Work to the seventh sweat for the sake of new CROs
Fast as an ambulance, slow like diarrhea
The smell of manure reminded me of the perfume
The elbow of the jaw, I can give a little finger echic
Not sorry for cartridges if an autistic in the sight
Do not look at the quality, look at the price tag