Guf - Вчера была туса,было жестко...
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Above the head of clouds, under the feet of the puddles, it could be even better - it could be worse. You have Gucci shoes and trousers, and the dryer torments me, and I need to sleep. I have to eat something, it would also be fine, even from yesterday's dinner A bun for decency. And these sushi in our floor as usual were rotten. The floor is nothing personal. It’s also a cold, sniffing, sniffed together yesterday - the world all the gums. It was frozen, but it turned out to be the alphabet Morse, like adults, somehow not seriously. It was tusa - it was hard, the light was dim, the nipples in throw. Polos are narrow, the screen was flat, the channel is not Russian, it is vidos. Today it’s sad, today is a retarded blacksmith and somehow empty. Twas of garbage at the Euroset-they have questions and traces of someone’s cedars. The wires are hanging- "Sorry, where should I go?" - In response, they will bury: “Look, there they shine in the distance, your favorite tram tracks- so ask them.” I staggered up to the paths: ““ Ways, where to go? ”-“ Hear, let's think for yourself. You think. An adult boy already, Alyosha, you’ll crawl here even in the meat. ”- maybe you can help, but I’m blind, and I don’t see anything at night, I respect you, paths?- Hey, Moisha, you're good already, you are already good. You seem to be needed by those two near the Euroset. Mig29: Shalom, friend, you call, if something suddenly is there, Underground is nearby, you just need to present a hatch. I leave the club, in the club of smoke, which was blowing into me, they give out a pussy in Vistable. On Dawn Street, the sky dick understand what color, the dull Uzbek is about the newspaper, the summer. Musor in body armor, they have gunshot pistols, but I don’t have a gross, net, plums and it was not difficult to let the scooping scrap circle. I move from the center to the southeast, ignore the police whistle. Wet in my ears, in my pocket an inhaler from asthma, two lighters for safety. Casar in reserve , not a finger twisted in Kalbaskui passport that I not only came to Moscow. I am not a passage, although they are unlikely to grow up yet, I’m going along the Liforsky bridge, where thePeople also haws that mana that I am Kostuyuv’s fog of the nose in his nose. And This is not for the good of the industry of the fight against boredom, which teaches us to be bitches in essence, be interested and graze info further, baco and guf in the studio. 2009, Moscow, Russia.farmatsitics, homeopathy, smoked with Pati Pharmaceuticals, homeopathy, smoked with Pati Yafarmatsetika, homeopathy, smoky with Pati Yafarmatsetika, homeopathy, smoky, I am in a smoky with Pati I