NTL - Есть через чё
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Stay, a flock of predators on your path. Who am I?
Purebred MS, my house - shouldhe, Novosib.
It is worth time and effort to prepare records,
And if you do not want, you can go and ask.
When on the hrop we, the array moves.
LAVE was not cut, changed to a positive.
Who is juice? All Basota with beer on spill.
On the road di in shock dried "rew ".
Donimamy until the night, taking care, can you be silent?
We, while young years old, spend the crowds.
Look attentive under your feet, do not fall.
Sober like the dark, saw the shadow because of the corner?
They wondered invisible, did not see.
Surprisingly, the legatives did not catch them.
Down the line was pile.
Moreover, the types from the array soldered us.
Majorika boys wanted leaps, chock on Filochki.
Consumption circles, some present.
Macho was pumped by spirit, they did not pump them.
Sit into the wheelbarrow, we go further.

At four o'clock in the morning I remember - the music was dropped on the forehead.
Re-read the two volumes of dense, Bongu Topil and in the garbage.
Not long passes, the crowd will catch the octave voice.
That's then pursued to the crowded post office.
We also read, make a double, minute, the stupor will come.
Soon evening, and what? Oh, there is through what?
Tea there smokes in the kitchen, because you boiled.
Foam all carried to the shore of the Empire, peroxide nerves.
Daily drill the walls on the first, you believe, do not believe.
The bitch on top there was repaired and rawped with feathers.
Bitch such, now she is in convulsions, trust me
After all, the teapot beta versions, takes effect.
Blowing on the skull, the teapot of the rain, will be extremely hurt.
Still, I move the corpse, wounded in a sleeping bag
In the direction of the garbage tree, throw out and swing the traces.
Never have an acidic smoke never at the degree.
The standard is a plan, hard after drunk.
Broken pressure gauge burst with membranes.
Apparently loud, alcohol pulled on the blades of the body.
Run to the fortuneteller on a monologue, leaving the chambers, shut the door.
Listen, pepper, better than the veins to dive yourself, why do you hire me?
Re-read the list of books how to protect
From that the brains are impregnated with alcohol.
Then we are crushed on the walls in conflicts.
Kneaded on the plates: the life is evil, do not lie down with the edge.
Just modestly cutting a robe and be wrong.
Under cars, Mina died from the hop.
Honkali you when the cars flew to the air.
I became completely unshakable,
After all, I haven't drank yet, and having tripled.

Sorry, flew, on the railing body, yes, argued.
And things were lying there, plucked the expended rate.
Disbanded the formula in failure. Where am I?
Toli standing at hundreds of thick lion sheets?
There are two sheets, the number of three faces.
The militia of us is a yama, ladies-shits on the street sometimes.
Three and more, on tour with the burden, does not roll.
We are burned with wolves of sirens, their mother.
Wolf in the blue booth, I will smoke, like, with them.
Bobon bess to the house, Mom, I will be back only for seven.
Changed sim card on the market, breaking the bars in the mobile.
In the bar of slot machines, and there the car is mad.
Past tents in the stream bought juice from tomatoes.
Manti manta, Chebureks, pies in hand, tom atoms.
What rivers? What are you raised? Umatize already.
Urata did not get a booze in the morning, with demand, asked.
In the Internet, deh, cotton legs, courtyards.
Inhale from "Bonakva", a single-way, a little smoke.
Stop how much you can chant nights?
Bitzuhu swing, to the bits of Huli teapots got used to
We are desperate, Bittsuha shakes, I want to drink pizza.
Dry the headphones with rollers, because we meet in dryness.
Pardon, paranormal, strange, ladies, how are we late?
A pair of normal crawling around the distant table was waiting.
The guy, worship worshi, they are on the "subar".
We carry everything to us in the bar, comrade the waiter, we said.
Yes, fuck it is necessary, let the girls-shelf loudly.
Daughter of a rich automotive authorizes in contacts.
Under Nick Nick, autograph with Alsu on the poster.
Amented "Samsung", party time by the end, let them carry.
Already in Primorye, from Massachusetts in Sochi.
Then in Primorye, but how badly I want meat.
The garbage has a lot of blue taxi driven to the hotel.