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autumn wind whistling pane
smeared on a photograph schschi
and strange things happened to me .
pus ill swollen eyelid
I smoke in the stairwell , and an elderly man ,
sixty years without months
handed down the stairs ,
because coffins do not fit into the elevator.
went yesterday with all the guys on the drift,
and neighbors at this time was a collective farm dance .
without a nose portrayed himself Ilya amentia ,
Ilya and his nose broken soon.
and in the spring did not go for a walk without polkoroba ,
and in it the whole world , and I would like Caesar
Vince Van Gogh cut off his ear ,
and teeth during the beating because I swear that 's disgusting .
is such garbage guys .
it is something like karma
information field plots.
and of no use to me .

shorter scratched eye because fucking barley
Squinting sneaking past me.
neighbors are singing sounded sad ,
porter slipped on the steps ,
coffin fell to the floor loudly ,
and the corpse was formed breaking .
rain drummed into the eaves .
severed head rolled down
scary gawking .
I threw Curve and went back.
shower more than ever showered
fucking eyes and festered .

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schschi first pour ,
then to gloss over a photograph .
not to be thanked posts by pale ,
and the inscription on the chest londseyl proudly flashed .
for all to see who is an extremist,
and who prick ,
but stripes on the face and singed Barbera.
this is so stupid.
Che else to do. here are the Screw ,
valnut for garages and dick che you already prove to someone .
would sit next to the courts and was a fan of Michael Krug ,
pivchik drank and played billiards in the pool at the leisure center .
but smeared schschi bitch .
become a fan of football ,
Straight Age , Coca Cola . all exactly
singed adidas, replaced Paulin polo
this is fashionable and cool
Besides, such a healthy hog
one thousand four hundred eighty-eight beavers, Philip Kirkorov cru

Schschi smeared makeup , under the tracks MF Grimm
At Spring Street almost dull and damp
And ran out of cigarettes , as well as the stock of cheerfulness
Every day , I try to indulge in pleasures , but in vain
In Bus yesterday climbed ticketless , drove refused to go
I went out - a shame, and you can not see my wrinkles
Thick with makeup , he mingled with the rain and turned into a scab
Pine trees are hundreds of years old, and cut down their people - cigarette smoke causes cancer
But do not let the bad news , just today my heart is empty
And fucking sun light - dull and dim, day passes quickly, as the first poebka
That's sweet home - a concrete box , shoes knead dirt around crazy passers
Maybe I'm scum ? Well, yes, and that the same ? Schschi principally that smeared , and you do not see
My face , and so I do not hurt you , I am protected from all sides
Eyes closed glasses , you do not know what is there for these pupils
Call me a clown - your right, let
But do not throw me in the bush , but do not throw me in the bush
It smeared schschi