Instead of, empty theories or predictions, it was necessary to choose moves, where therapy - to improve, to hell with reflection, there is more knowledge, this is an indicator, but only to show them can each optionally
In the fight of the minds for survival, someone squeezes everything, to a drop, but to no avail, you knew, survives the weak, it is so trite, like a needle injection during school embroidery, a large embroidery
The highest pilotage is to jump above the Lani, hang the banner, do not take on boarding, and shoot in the words of words, where we are up to the morality, the wall was wrapped around, but I see the light on the seas
Now the dreams are disturbing me, they penetrated inside, the shadows threaten in a blank apartment, and somewhere in the intervals, I hear the displeased whisper, as in an empty minibus, I go far, a neighbor, wake up a day
Hands are cold, but the steel is warm, girth with a diameter in a couple of rings
Not at all ashamed, nothing sorry
And my heart beats in the back
Wet asphalt will make part of the sole, the face will remain the same, the left part in the past, killed by the air, will be resurrected, God, can it be back to the world where the lies of people as the entrance rules
But without passing forward literally even a couple of meters, he knows the exquisite bitterness of this moment, sauing for a long time, sliding like a fly in the ribbon, to fake the idea of spring - how suddenly break the knee
To merge with the body, whether it is desirable or unwanted, fight into the wall, fists, burning to the bone of the wound, divide the lunch with the enemy, then decide to share and the bedroom, no matter how I tried to be late, it came to the essence early
A notebook sheet of blocks, tons of dirt, this memory, words are not powder, not to be confused and
We miss, you need to spend, spend, spend, spend
To emptiness in the eyes like a neighbor on the ward
Rolled into the asphalt stomach, whine a cat under the chair, we have chemicals landed, crook as a canopy
And it is unknown to us so far here who hung yourself, inside me a mess, as if the attic, there is a lot of rubble