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used to delight the corridors with white Newbies
loved to slobber your weathered lips
but visits turned into an underwater swimming
I tried to fight your gaze cold
I gave up almost immediately
There is a light jazz in my head
album
coffee
charm
Thoughts a balloon
We climbed into the sky hiding wings in the umbrellas
where inevitable flights led us
The sharp edges of the dream
Cold sweat was covered with vertebrae
We would cut the bell wire
so that no one is disturbing
Guessed
Maybe
can not
lived at neighboring stations of one branch
smoked in a park through a pipette
Put blue marks on the body
wrote about dreams notes
We are low visitors to stairwells
Fans of multi -colored pills
We are rare and porch powders
your girlfriends did not get nymphs
I have never been really jealous
recognized each other in something
which did not matter
succumbed to attraction
made wishes while the cigarette
The soul hated the body, died
But we did not mourn
We joked
We spat from the clouds to the heads of passers -by
They thought that we can do everything
The prohibitions were false
Acts careless
Attempts to understand "Fuck?" Too complicated
not seriously behaved
joking to everything
And I did not steal to understand
what's happening
Why are the seizures in waves go
Why are these loud guys come to you
What do they find here?
Such a bitch
Have you forgotten the guests?
like the wall sailed or I melted
I liked it
mix incompatible with alcohol
Do not feel pain
play the role of a girl in an ignitioner with anyone
To hurt you
Dragged to the center
From there by taxi
stop
Lutka are also open
You buy cigarettes and chocolate as usual
I fall asleep in the back seat
Playing with reality in hide and seek
I'm too lazy to rise
Leave here
I'll sleep on a bench
Three staircases
And the sound of an unbuttoned snake
stickers with our names
They covered the city stage
Memory of Night Metro
marble walls with a kissed squerler
finding romance in something even near Liser
spawn in the mucous membrane of the nose
White stripes
The smell of your hair
Bled on the back of the head
In our life piggy bank
only wrappers from Milka
we are smaller than no one will remember
We are brittle
Shards of needles in the bend of the hand
We ask for magic flour
But the fairies are far away today
We are easy
our lungs black
cotton legs
pass and pack of peach juice
there are a lot of us

There are many of us who are forgotten by God and society
But we ourselves are to blame in general
remembers who everyone wanted it
After all, we all had magical dreams
flights to other galaxies
Frequent practice
Sex in the toilet rooms of clubs

Who doesn’t we know when to stop
We cross in front of the icon in the church
And then fade
The icon on the Merc hat becomes the goal for the bullet in the temple
The syndrome is familiar
Thirst and chills
We are hungry to anger
We take off the sample not Alee
But fuck
Now we will be glad to these crumbs
we’ll die soon anyway
Life is just such a bitch
And then you die ..