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guy with tunnels embraced us after the show
I thought burst into tears on his shoulder like a fag
because I was older than Dostoevsky Fyodor Mikhailovich
a day when he jokingly almost shot

I'm older than Jan Curtis and Alexei Perminov
better to be dead or alive, life was long
journalist writer driver in childhood
I dreamed of being a nobody and come true to be honest

I have no one that is realized in full earnest
ride on cities as a young Chinaski bring to tears
women fashion clothes disguise throw in one
Lyle Scott End Carhart on dick sweatshirts and coats

fucking 'll grow a beard to look over forester
something broke in me was gone even concern
I ebley no one stands on the mountain of his dick
hundred meters who you fucked one

gomosnya this vale of tears , we do not know
homosexuals in pain screaming at each other when finishing
and I dream on the river this summer Vuoksa
accidentally shot Nailguns

how are you Lena in the bleak city of Kemerovo
may still want me to get pregnant
I thought of us as well , we were when we were
on the contrary the Ostankino Tower in a spacious apartment

and this morning is a high probability
Open mouth and inserted back gun
I suddenly pierces the fear of a sharp shot
think this nail stuck in my brain

dostoevschina bukovschina Kafkaesque
cops prostitutes beggars in wheelchairs
at the station came to realize my life is empty
lost phone Documents hope for happiness
I have no food from nowhere to nowhere as fucking
Peter void it would be better if I did not get up
let's pretend that there was my anniversary
and that there were all these years hi dad

throw this garbage do not read books by Mao Zedong
said do not need a revolution slept let
popem seagull and the world will fall on the street
at the monument under the gaze of a drunken Dostoevsky

crafty migrant workers rust and rage people
revived as leftovers in the restaurant is treason
or I Infante or blame Holden Caulfield vitamin
I love every hand hidden

in the bosom of a coat in the summer heat ax or drive
group animals zanykal nobody fuck splitters
Do not go to the cops risk kill old ladies bows
corrupts and adultery Dostoevsky

you praise the old man loved and suffering
wore a beard and was rooted in the soil thanks to school
I know something about literature, names and dates of flow
but when my friend cops belly ripped open

I cried and ohuel despair and could not do
I am confused , even a sandwich in the world as in a grid of football
gate there needs to be a man can make a couple
tattoos and bald money

do on children's bodies as Nikolai Baskov
but instead I stumble in the subway and burst into tears
so stupid scattered flowers from the hands of the girls
it is not a concert Morrissey and wagon trains

males is not the final destination directions
that's all you indifference smolders and eats like maggots
abolished the life of a man by the name of marmalade
beach volleyball picnic posters Topsider

dostoevschina bukovschina Kafkaesque
hipsters males football hooligans
at a picnic we realized my life is empty
lost money on vayfaery and hope for happiness
I'm nobody from nowhere I have lousy business
not as a group BEAR bitch and like a bum
Kazan station in transition smelly body
Live well and I fucked in the mouth hi father figure