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Bubbles gradually fall to the bottom of the bottle
Thoughts from a test tube appear in my head
The bubbles sank. One replaced the other
They are like people. The bottles are empty. The container becomes. Change
To the full. And so in full. One by one. Like day after night
I don't want to pour
But we have to. Something tells what you need.
Pour. breathe. Go out into the street. Stand. Cool.
Just stand at your entrance.
In dirty training slippers shirt in a cage
Stand and watch. Facus
On the flashlight. On the wires
Feel the skin. Cool.
At such moments, you think that nothing else is needed.
But thirst. Drying. He returned back
In heat. and opened the window for some reason
I took a light bulb
In order to avoid the incident
Why light, if there is a sun in your head
There will be no answers if you do not ask questions.
How pleasant this cool air is now
How do I like to live with a drunken brain
Lie on his bed
Stick on the ceiling-nobo
Not really knowing why there is other furniture around
Why are other people around
No one will wake up tomorrow morning
Tomorrow morning everything will also be
The same everyday life, insignificant destinies
And there is nothing good. Only music
Books and cinema.
Instead of wheels of powder and syringes
In search of the basics from the basics
In search of a way out of the labyrinth of dreams
On the verge. Let the train downhill
Destroy a fragile bridge between fiction and reality
While smoke, longing and sadness
Each person has his own cargo on his shoulders ..
It's time to get rid of garbage in your pockets
It's time to get rid of the thoughts of the vile. They are in bulk
The paints flickered. The seasons flash
Pride Cain, feelings Abel
Of course, a fake stone will be easier
It will be easier to get two points
FORWARD! The team is a team
Orders are not discussed after all, right?
The orders fulfill the weak, right, right?
For one- all this is life, for the other, clowning
Under a funeral march dance lambada
Not only bad people hang out on the gallows
We all cook in one porridge, but we mutter different substances ...

The bubbles sank. One replaced the other
They are like people. The bottle is empty. The container becomes. Change
to the full. And so in full. One by one. Like day after night
I don't want to pour
but we have to.

Get in a corner
And scare people like a raven scared
Imaginary personalities with imaginary poodles
The memories are crushed. You can remove them. Pistol and bullet
You can forget them. Alcohol and people
For a while. Then everything is new
Wash snotty poems about her so as not to prick
Why are they, if there is no sense. No reason.
There is a wire carrier from the keyboard to the monitor
At first there was a word, then emotional hunger
Big city from cardboard.
Like a Truman show, nothing good
The illusion of presence,
Before a complete absence
Not too distinguishable from mollusks we
We absorb all garbage
Different nonsense
Give a little wisdom
To graze sheep
There are a lot of joy in pills
From extreme to another extreme
After all, there is little time left
Opened his eyes. Now the bed is a ship
Sea. Water. Open all the taps
Climb onto the closet. To the top of the mast
Screaming voting ligaments
Dream. To be on land.
And wait. Salvation. Or misfortunes.

The bubbles sank. One replaced the other
They are like people. The bottle is empty. The container becomes. Change
to the full. And so in full. One by one. Like day after night
I don't want to pour