retina lying - только держись
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Here are my palms, forget the nails in them
It's too late for us
Something to change
My bed is growing in mud
shakes from the cold, convulsions or something dying.
We will shut up and become ascetics.
The forest was not chopped, but the chips flew.
There was no fire, but there was smoke and we were decayed.
Each kiss is a kiss of a leather
And he will be naive to say something
Other. We are enemies by blood
And dead by law
And the salvation will not serve the icon here
The slaves of the great Babylon
Each of you as an apostle Paul will renounce three times
and some dozens of times, but I swear, you will respond everything
Death is inevitable, make hasty conclusions
I wish you good luck, human geeks
I do not understand what it is: parish or detachment
They don’t wait for the lost, they don’t want to be sad, click and die, everything is simple
Break the bones
Hi, Mr. Freeman and half -life
In the sixth circle of hell they shouted "only hold on"
Fuck
Davi insects
Unsure in favor of injections

seven meters from the sky, in two paths with happiness
Now a frozen verba is blossomed in me, and hello again
There is more cold in me than in the real Russian winter
I'm colder than a homeless in January
Also trying to warm up on a heating main
Find your place in the list of closed vacancies
Or drunk dynasties
Break into pieces
security
strangle me with the umbilical cord
Then at least I will die beautifully
And this is immutable
Tigers are scraped in their souls
You are like a target in this rifle dash
We have our own hunger games here
Under gunpowder
At the same time, first with Van Gogh, and then with Warhol
Let's cut for pieces
Just take and cut
In the non -stop mode
I do not feel my legs
We are dead children of the universe
There are enough doubts to us
and lighters
to burn everything to dicks
The wastelands are unprecedented
flooded ravines and pits

I do not understand what it is: parish or detachment
They don’t wait for the lost, they don’t want to be sad, click and die, everything is simple
Break the bones
Hi, Mr. Freeman and half -life
In the sixth circle of hell they shouted "only hold on"
Fuck
In the subway they tucked and happiness
Color the wrist
Shout hello
And goodbye
Before the pussy, all our suffering
Poured on slaughter
They fed with emptiness
Not your own
Give birth to freaks
We’ll drown tomorrow
The submarine Kursk will not contact us
And only the dead children of Beslan will offer friendship
We are on equal terms with them
Visitors of Nord Oste will burn out in a lame horse
The grass is braked
The pupils are frightened
Mom’s birth ugly with expired beer
I will live from September to August
just let me smile