From under the lampshar light, the light is on the table with a bourgeois lump.
The eye slightly narrowed, the cat sat there, where I write.
The week sluggishly crashes by, not a kipicha.
Yes, and in these songs, silence has become more than noise.
The red border of the color of the proteins hangs on the date.
Vegetable is unpleasant if he asks: "Serve."
And, while you figured out who a friend to you, and who is a friend,
Your lady sat on the spell, and someone pays for them.
Eyes harnessed the lenses ray benov.
Time is more expensive than the dial in Big Ben.
People are savage, and through the cutters harvesting foam pressure.
Although not the forest and the gardens, there is no Robin, nor foam.
In the morning, the fog taught the city from drowsy face.
Here to someone else will bring his side again
Cat. Does not make your cat port.
The year is subject to castles in the Word.
Sad cat will find the asphalt's paws.
Claws are absorbed to people under the skin.
Again, the tail will take the tail.
Tell me why cats are like people like?
Among the Plebeev and Meshchean, the caulier of stations
Here the poor Liz is full, the shoes hold the distance.
All Wine realism, as the elders described.
Everyone wishes zinc to himself, if only it would not be here.
People missing, in the giving, go to Memphis,
I am looking for myself in an Angkor who is a month.
And paradise is not where the hell is wounded, you confused Ephesus.
You are a cuckold, but you think himself, what exactly Elvis.
A pair of factories closes the sky to two young brigades,
They do not understand that the boat is not to be frigate.
I wake up the reptile from the replica of these again
And more and more often on his face, the hand flashes in a pair of frames.
When dense flocks come out of this sample
When we are inside with you completely empty,
When you will look for no buildings numbers,
I will leave everything so, I do not change in places.
