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how sad to be live musicians take that group
aging and useless, more than forty years
balding and wrinkled boys
standing and crying in a huge bath,
choosing from the battery means the right jar,
who promised to return their youth and elasticity.
in the morning the guest has to roll up,
you need to stop drinking and start to cry.
sluggish response to running out of money in the account
Erich Fromm today, not in a large high esteem
enough money for another couple of liters of liquor,
to feel like a hero dekadensa
The room fills with Miles Davis and all the albums coil
first toast to drink to the health of Lance Armstrong
could because the money to buy an expensive suit
or head to wash and shear in the end
but no, the eyeballs rum to fill the hold
alcohol wash away the sins of the mothers and fathers of pride
old age create farewell to the internet trade,
Garth Marenghi correct portrait in front of the monitor
burn mask of Guy Fawkes, kalabas and warm plaid.
for cutting and screaming fashioned avtotyun crunk-core.
probably no one will notice the calendar in the dust
you are guilty at the beginning of
and life - it only cost, nor the smiles or handshakes
rebellion of the mind will be severely punished
alcohol and cigarettes endless serials
and that if the memory forever tied to dropboksu
place in my head for a lifetime of memories humiliating enough
in tiled drives irrepressible fear of irrationality,
where to find in the subcortex Christmas trips and other psihobanalnosti
are weak legs, quickens the pulse, the dissociation of images and hearing
Legion insists you a resounding "no fluff!"
a tsunami that will disappear and be forgotten island any specifics
and here is the water sunk all your references in internetike