Behind the glass minibus Old Soviet film, opening day ...
Blood machine emergency, kid in a suite
Loe under tram rails ...
Does not slow down the tram.
How did your childhood end?
I plucked the corpse of a mosquito from the table,
And remembered how I spared on a rusty little bridge ...
Again, already now ... I remembered the item,
Heat, Winston smoke, and there are all dependent.
Elbows on the railing, business faces, conversations about the garbage ...
In the head of this dog Cold Nights, and thirst,
After all, she greedily licks the smeared sole harness ...
Mine, and this next sunny day fades from the color of the world,
Stay allowing the situation, stupidly watch, or fucked ...
The dog greedily licks spitches, I drove it with water bought on the last trifle,
But did not comfort, now it scratches her and feed the old woman,
Coming crazy, who has no son's grandson.
Neither the same unnecessary girlfriend ...
Naver focus he is a monkey,
This is your system and making mom,
Sorting
Money on a loop ...
Naver focus he is a monkey,
This is your personality, your purse ulcer
On the need of the vagina from which grew
Legs, hands, chest, head, face
And beautiful eyes.
Naver focus he is a monkey,
When I realized the direct meaning of my words,
You will be prohibited to make the opposite,
As always, God inside "now" ...
Someone's mother jumped from the balcony
In the last few seconds, having broke someone's wire ...
Javorish dusty bedroom death
Woke up daughter
"Stand off the bed" said to her NOTOR DAY,
Everything understood, but drunk.
Green squabs are not about and showing sweat
Now she will remember forever
And know that marriage is wrong
When the sun smelves the grave plate of the mother
In the bright autumn day of the second of September.
Right after the first call, in the gates,
Bardak houses, so better to school,
Among children breathing in blind happiness ...
They also need help, here are assholes,
Stupid herd with stans ...
And let her not survived operations
At the expense of the state ... she found out what death to death,
And she was in joy ...
Naver focus he is a monkey,
This is your system and making mom,
Sorting
Money on a loop ...
Naver focus he is a monkey,
This is your personality, your purse ulcer
On the need of the vagina from which grew
Legs, hands, chest, head, face
And beautiful eyes.
Naver focus he is a monkey,
When I realized the direct meaning of my words,
You will be prohibited to make the opposite,
As always, God inside "now" ...
