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Про чертей
Хороводом через огороды не сбривая бороды, извилин борозды.
Где не я не ты, где не я не ты, где не я ни я не я ни я не ты.
Просто тараканы убегают стаей под за горизонт свободного сознания,
Задание, незнание, тебе открыть свои глаза.
В тихом-тихом омуте я видел - черти водятся,
Но на первый взгляд не видно ровным счётом ни чего.
В громкой-громкой ясности я не увидел ангелов,
Но нет ничего странного, ведь в омут с головой ушёл.
Города горою строят, прочно человеком всё же заселяют население ставят на колени
Лени лени лени лени ленивые ли мы?
Моя голова узрела факт существования, пониманием сделав окружение моим желанием.
Не ем, не ем, не ем, не ем уже который день!
Тише-тише слышишь в твоем теле кто то лишний, вымышлено вытащил, продал душу за тыщу.
Ищу, ищу, ищу и не могу найти!
Бифуркационный парадокс, продуманный коллапс, Передумал думать, что бы чище мир воспринимать.
И мате- мате- мате- мате- математика, твою мать!
About devils
Round dance through gardens, not shaving off the beard, curves of furrow.
Where is not me, not you, where is not me, not you, not me, not me, not me, not me, not you.
Just shoal of cockroaches runs away below beyond the free consciousness horizon,
Ignorance, the task is you open your eyes.
Still still waters run deep, I’ve seen devils there.
But at first glance it is not visible even anything.
In loud loud clarity I haven’t seen the angels,
But there is nothing queer, cos I’ve gone in the deep with a head.
Towns are built as heaps, substantially anyway are settled with population is forced to its knees.
Lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy are we?
My head has viewed the fact of presence, made the wish from ambience by comprehension.
Not eating, not eating, not eating, just another day!
Quiet, quiet, do you hear somebody not needed in your body?
Fabricated, has dragged off, sold the soul for cash
Searching, searching, searching, but cannot find!
Bifurcational paradox, thought-out collapse,
Done a great deal of thinking, not to think to perceive the world clearer
And math, math, math mathematics, damn it!
Хороводом через огороды не сбривая бороды, извилин борозды.
Где не я не ты, где не я не ты, где не я ни я не я ни я не ты.
Просто тараканы убегают стаей под за горизонт свободного сознания,
Задание, незнание, тебе открыть свои глаза.
В тихом-тихом омуте я видел - черти водятся,
Но на первый взгляд не видно ровным счётом ни чего.
В громкой-громкой ясности я не увидел ангелов,
Но нет ничего странного, ведь в омут с головой ушёл.
Города горою строят, прочно человеком всё же заселяют население ставят на колени
Лени лени лени лени ленивые ли мы?
Моя голова узрела факт существования, пониманием сделав окружение моим желанием.
Не ем, не ем, не ем, не ем уже который день!
Тише-тише слышишь в твоем теле кто то лишний, вымышлено вытащил, продал душу за тыщу.
Ищу, ищу, ищу и не могу найти!
Бифуркационный парадокс, продуманный коллапс, Передумал думать, что бы чище мир воспринимать.
И мате- мате- мате- мате- математика, твою мать!
About devils
Round dance through gardens, not shaving off the beard, curves of furrow.
Where is not me, not you, where is not me, not you, not me, not me, not me, not me, not you.
Just shoal of cockroaches runs away below beyond the free consciousness horizon,
Ignorance, the task is you open your eyes.
Still still waters run deep, I’ve seen devils there.
But at first glance it is not visible even anything.
In loud loud clarity I haven’t seen the angels,
But there is nothing queer, cos I’ve gone in the deep with a head.
Towns are built as heaps, substantially anyway are settled with population is forced to its knees.
Lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy are we?
My head has viewed the fact of presence, made the wish from ambience by comprehension.
Not eating, not eating, not eating, just another day!
Quiet, quiet, do you hear somebody not needed in your body?
Fabricated, has dragged off, sold the soul for cash
Searching, searching, searching, but cannot find!
Bifurcational paradox, thought-out collapse,
Done a great deal of thinking, not to think to perceive the world clearer
And math, math, math mathematics, damn it!
About devils
Round dance through the vegetable gardens without shaving the beard, the furrows.
Where I am not you, where I am not you, where I am not I neither I nor I am not you.
Just cockroaches running away in a flock under the horizon of free consciousness,
The task, the ignorance, is for you to open your eyes.
In the still, still pool I saw that there were devils,
But at first glance, absolutely nothing is visible.
In loud, loud clarity I did not see angels,
But there is nothing strange, because I plunged headlong into the pool.
They build cities like mountains, they still populate the population firmly with people, they bring them to their knees
Laziness, laziness, laziness, are we lazy?
My head saw the fact of existence, with understanding making the environment my desire.
I don’t eat, I don’t eat, I don’t eat, I haven’t eaten for days!
Quietly, quietly, you hear someone superfluous in your body, who pulled you out fictitiously, sold your soul for a thousand.
I search, I search, I search and I can’t find it!
Bifurcation paradox, thoughtful collapse, I changed my mind to perceive the world more purely.
And math-math-math-math, motherfucker!
About devils
Round dance through gardens, not shaving off the beard, curves of furrow.
Where is not me, not you, where is not me, not you, not me, not me, not me, not me, not you.
Just shoal of cockroaches runs away below beyond the free consciousness horizon,
Ignorance, the task is you open your eyes.
Still still waters run deep, I’ve seen devils there.
But at first glance it is not visible even anything.
In loud loud clarity I haven’t seen the angels,
But there is nothing queer, cos I’ve gone in the deep with a head.
Towns are built as heaps, essentially anyway are settled with the population is forced to its knees.
Lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy are we?
My head has viewed the fact of presence, made the wish from ambience by comprehension.
Not eating, not eating, not eating, just another day!
Quiet, quiet, do you hear somebody not needed in your body?
Fabricated, has been dragged off, sold the soul for cash
Searching, searching, searching, but cannot find!
Bifurcational paradox, thought-out collapse,
Done a great deal of thinking, not to think to perceive the world clearer
And math, math, math mathematics, damn it!
Round dance through the vegetable gardens without shaving the beard, the furrows.
Where I am not you, where I am not you, where I am not I neither I nor I am not you.
Just cockroaches running away in a flock under the horizon of free consciousness,
The task, the ignorance, is for you to open your eyes.
In the still, still pool I saw that there were devils,
But at first glance, absolutely nothing is visible.
In loud, loud clarity I did not see angels,
But there is nothing strange, because I plunged headlong into the pool.
They build cities like mountains, they still populate the population firmly with people, they bring them to their knees
Laziness, laziness, laziness, are we lazy?
My head saw the fact of existence, with understanding making the environment my desire.
I don’t eat, I don’t eat, I don’t eat, I haven’t eaten for days!
Quietly, quietly, you hear someone superfluous in your body, who pulled you out fictitiously, sold your soul for a thousand.
I search, I search, I search and I can’t find it!
Bifurcation paradox, thoughtful collapse, I changed my mind to perceive the world more purely.
And math-math-math-math, motherfucker!
About devils
Round dance through gardens, not shaving off the beard, curves of furrow.
Where is not me, not you, where is not me, not you, not me, not me, not me, not me, not you.
Just shoal of cockroaches runs away below beyond the free consciousness horizon,
Ignorance, the task is you open your eyes.
Still still waters run deep, I’ve seen devils there.
But at first glance it is not visible even anything.
In loud loud clarity I haven’t seen the angels,
But there is nothing queer, cos I’ve gone in the deep with a head.
Towns are built as heaps, essentially anyway are settled with the population is forced to its knees.
Lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy are we?
My head has viewed the fact of presence, made the wish from ambience by comprehension.
Not eating, not eating, not eating, just another day!
Quiet, quiet, do you hear somebody not needed in your body?
Fabricated, has been dragged off, sold the soul for cash
Searching, searching, searching, but cannot find!
Bifurcational paradox, thought-out collapse,
Done a great deal of thinking, not to think to perceive the world clearer
And math, math, math mathematics, damn it!
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