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Rain, snow, a mishmash, changing during the day. The wind is light piercing, the sun strokes with its rays, indulges, flirts with inconstancy. The lips are bright. The tones on the cheeks are styled. Heels are unattainable. A chinchilla is thrown over it. Pedal to the screech of rubber. The bits are completely unscrewed. Move. Sticking to yourself with friends with fake, nodding zero likes, not investing a single bit of energy with honesty, splashing with delight, miring in the fog of your own importance. At the first need for help, renouncing employment, massage, business trips, urgent meetings, global meetings, as empty in content as the unsubscriber. Offers are hung on poles, to the shelter of the unbalanced, with inflated about their own, financially dependent, with shuffling postscripts about the wishes of physical parameters. Enslaved to unicorns, dumbing down the runners with fictional content, forcing them to take out the last thing that at least a little distracts from the corner, to remember that they are just children in the shells of adults. Often, without a purpose, with foam, they defend exclusively other people’s interests, swallowing the remains of crumbs that have not been harvested, in order to drag the tired, amuse themselves with happy other people’s fakes. Difficult. Want. Friday evening, playful, as in childhood, captivated funny. The main thing is to find interest in similar ones, captivating with variety, exciting playing, and playing from the heart, so that in the evening without backs and in a moment you can sleep. Like every game, it doesn’t matter at all, in fact, nothing changes globally from the created movement, not to mention the content splashed out in excitement. Watching how each creature in hunger or in luxury brings humanity, mired in greedy boredom, closer to the loan.

Friday. Distract. Restaurant. Noise. Hum. Nods. Intertwined with the connections of a small polis. New meeting. Staten. Well-groomed within the establishment. The degree affects, weaving phrases with his tongue in an attempt to impress. Sorting out the next rubble of rooms, the sewage collector talked about his sincerity, impromptu reading the lines created at breakfast. a feeling of gray cold. Politely. Changing it to the usual old one. Another meeting with the habits of playing in your own way, purring for no more than 1-2-3 nights of continuous, underwater, deep, satiating your predatory to the fullest, and then it is difficult to hide the present. Distancing. It is impossible on stage without rest, you need a sip of the usual smoke spoiled in those very lungs. Yousmoke your pack of crumpled. Skip a couple of jokes of fitting, similar to the answer, smiling at the similar former habitual inhabitants. The price, sorry, is to drop all the things comfortably planned, and give your dedicated heart to his. great… preserved, sifting into more thoroughbred, in abundance. Having affairs, but not so deeply absorbed, immersing herself to the slightest particle of his mood, catching, as if an expert in perfumery, the slightest shades of mood smells. Exalting them above others. In any case, any next torn flap slightly pulls the remaining heat, but it does not hurt so much. Soberly, without pink drawings of his own watercolor of his warm colors. Yes, ill-mannered, especially in a rage, with the dirty boards of a little girl boarded up inside, with huge trusting eyelashes. Not knowing where to rush when in a vacuum and there is nothing to breathe, continuing to circle in fun stretched on merry-go-rounds, hastily assembled with their own hands. I want a shelter with my wild, shaggy, understanding without words. The market is absolutely filled with sharp impudence competitors, those who are more fond of that predatory, with his aggression, subduing, cynicism, hanging with flasks of sarcasm. How many broken birds need one with a grin, for protection, stupid attempts to throw their bridle, to climb, hanging their legs.

Slammed. “Buddy, bring the bill. For whom? Who will understand? Not all of them, the lines fall out of awareness. Perhaps I need to re-read it, but, like them, I have no time, I am hungry for quick emotions. Champagne, caviar, chocolate – all on me. Announced. Soon. Where is the passport? It seems that I put it myself. Rude. Sharp. Talentless. I spit other people’s phrases. Sarcasm rivers. And with whom to be polite? I read yours, swallowing, thinking, as in the network, in my own attempts to scan the mood. I missed you insanely. Holding my breath. Drowning. Howling. Limbs failing. Senseless. Fool. I need you. With my own… to 2 m, close, large. I want, I want so much to sob, hiding with the top of my head, a little girl. I want to… to make faces like a monkey. To joke with the author’s, to laugh sincerely. Prepare. Kiss with tenderness. Let me send buns. Wake up with an early. Jog at dawn by the ocean. I really missed you so much. To a frenzy. Do you hear? Fly in. Take me, stupid. I want to climb up, chatter, hanging my legs down.”