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Padre Zhukov into CI Dream

Just you take all the pain and sent to the brush
drawing the first sheet is large strokes
they will give the volume of your love
and if any is that the canvas window will open in the woods
where a lot of secret places , and the roar of the unknown in the crowns
beyond the horizon of city funeral dick with him let out into the maelstrom
like someone's dumb idea based on the fear of hundreds of thousands of clones
where the word hurts stronger bullets and punching goal mutates into shizofazii chain
People opium cold-blooded animals
creeping into the concrete catacombs conventions
and the walls are slippery intrauterine uёbische
and I look like zheltooky wolf from the abyss
mailbox walled entrances
the same god - microbe that will kill all
he gradually eating a sudden in his own way
as long as the cycle is not closed
not seen castles in the clouds did not show us how to live there
so we will be here with mutants

Drunk oracle said , I'll be rich
come on rolls , put on zero Uritu zilok
the courts will not ask what kind of syrup would take only
Today I realized , it is inevitable
came out on the balcony took off his clothes
which hung down Panton above this
and Pontus chop and hastily dressed
we were not singing but Peha skis go where it is necessary
baby you too much crying
poured out your soul saddle pony
you release its dolphins and they shit in your sea
as deep as Cousteau dived
Games played Moriarty dice on the table
let them put away and we will cover the
in the jaws of a huge sadness
they postrigut a demigod
and die on the floor sideways while you're in one well of a player
sloping meadow distant hillside green log
there will be in addition to the words and jokes
there remained other brochures
and you take it and I 'll hold this fuss tinsel and this old noise

It is inevitable on the west coast look back less
in skvoreshnik on branch moved in Udmurt
rain poured muddy trams came neither
Lilliputians in horologe sweating
boomerang effect since died
back and forth neatly dressed hiding in the dark
trams came neither
Library plexus cooked on the stove
Magnitogorsk Iron Foundry decisive Newsletter
Ringworm cat rubs against the foot - path to the patient
gray sky thorn played plywood
and you read Balmont about it was crap
the rest bearable Archpriest Pimonov spilled beer was tacky
Clips Lolita - and I dumal- & quot; , we also could & quot;
we also could