Fuck the tenderness. Fuck the pain. Fuck the sadness. Fuck the party.
Fuck the university. Fuck a job. Fuck live a Jew
drink in Russian.
Fuck all the ascents / descents, trawl, where again I will fall in love with you and remember by heart.
For the heart, and will not let go.
Fuck school, fuck schoolgirls, silly ones that love snot.
Fuck hipstot, underground, whites, blacks, evil and kind.
Whispers, screams, style and image - for the first time and again.
Me and you, fuck frankness, pathos, fuck everything.
Get drunk - you'll vomit more. I don't know how you live, what your name is.
I don’t know what you are waiting for, but I’m waiting too.
Every day - Andrey Arshavin, I'm not sorry at all, I just remember the stop button,
and I want to fucking press.
Energy, endorphins will save you.
You will insert your fucked up little world, becoming someone, into her vagina.
Into her universe. Will accept you and look deeper
You will understand that you never deserved this.
...
Lips whisper words, but I'd rather kiss.
Girl August, so bare branches in September.
You are mine and you are right when you are silent - not everything is in words.
And under the "stigma" we fall into bed.
I'll pretend I love fucking.
