I do not know ... fuck no nothing, does not come into my head. Space devoid of fulfillment. Only the presence of heavily littered with other people. The kid tears his lovely Buziol. A man in sneakers pulls at the sight of a female reaching the next hunt. An old lady tries to collect the value of a number of coins held in your hand. PUK pak Tik, Tik PUK pitch, filtered from hidden speakers here and there. Jammed up against the wall if the artist was able to constipation, intestinal-digestive tract?
Sad clone, in blue overalls popyla sprzątająco the vehicle-washing and cleaning flat surfaces, internal. His painstaking work has more sense than my shitting recyclingowy letters on paper. I want to sleep. My personal life energy indicator lights up red reflection of the reserve.
Two oil paintings stand in a corner of the room. Probably talking to each other about who was the first to be painted to the end. I want to sleep, I wrote about this already, I have a headache, this has not yet. Yesterday it rained. Today the sun was shining. Cpki Qtasy and, from time to time, a hermaphrodite is not decisive. It irritates me move. I see it as an absolute marnotraswtwo energy. Woman dressed in a black sweater goes from right to left. The guy in the nics mokasynkach goes from left to right. Pach! In the middle, between the right and left, and maybe the left and right, I sat myself. I stare and angry. Calm would mean devoting energy to think, well, and me, fuck, do not come to mind ...
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