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Clouds overhead, puddles underfoot, It’s even better - it could be worse. You have Gucci shoes and narrower trousers, And the dry forest is tormenting me, and I need to sleep. Something to eat would also be great, Since yesterday's dinner though a bun for decency. And this sushi on our floor, as usual, Was rotten. The floor is nothing personal. Another typical cold, sniffing, Yesterday we sniffed together - peace to all gums. It seemed freezing, but it turned out to be Morse code, It seems that people are adults, somehow not serious. Yesterday was a tusa - it was hard, The light was dull, The stripes are narrow, the screen was flat, The channel is not Russian, there are vidos on it. Today is sad, today is waste A kindred smithy and somehow just empty. Two garbage at Euroset - they have questions And traces of someone's cross on my kedos. There are trolleybus wires are hanging, - "Excuse me, but where should I go?" - they will buzz in response: - "Look, there shine in the distance, Your favorite tram tracks - so ask them." I staggered to the tracks: - "Ways, where to go?" - "Hey, let’s think for yourself. an adult boy already, Alyosha, You will crawl to the house here, even in the meat obscured. "- Can you help me, I'm blind, And I don't see anything at night, I respect you, ways? - Hey, moisha, you're good already, You seem to be needed by those two near the Euroset. MiG29: Shalom, friend, well, you call, if something is there suddenly, the Underground is nearby, you just have to open the hatch. It's dawn on the street, the sky is dick understand what color, A dull Uzbek sweeps newspapers, summer. Garbage in bulletproof vests, They have firearms, but I don't. Fuck gross, net, plops, and it's cool Alexei found it easy to roll a cigarette on Around the circle I move from the center to the southeast, I ignore the police whistle, a ring in my ears, an asthma inhaler in my pocket, Two lighters for safety. Not a finger twisted into a kalbasa And a passport that I have not just arrived in Moscow. I am not Passepartout, although I’m unlikely to grow up, I’m walking across the Lifortovsky bridge from there, where People also hawk the mana that I’m costing In the fog I’m picking my nose at my leisure. And this is not for the good of the boredom industry, which teaches us to be bitches in essence, take an interest and pass the info further, zagy bok and Guf in the studio. 2009, Moscow, Russia.Pharmaceuticals, homeopathyAccelerated, smoky go from a party Pharmaceuticals, homeopathyAccelerated, smoky go from a partyPharmaceuticals, homeopathyAccelerated, smoky go from a partyPharmaceuticals, homeopathyAccelerated, smoky go from a party
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