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Когда-нибудь ты каждой клеткой своей шкурки почувствуешь мой ад.
You are the one. You were. And you won`t. Why don`t you sleep? You say that – why don`t you fuck off? And I vanish. Feel I`m home. A warm welcome. Trains from time to time. Haulden Caulfield – you loved this book, didn`t you? I promise I`ll beat you. Wandering like a menestrel. Oh, menestrel. Creepy Sunday morning – exactly! Little spanish boy – whistling that merry tune? Captivating. Graceful gestures. How impolite. Tear something into pieces – you will never know how it hurts. Don`t even dare to dream. Whose September? Tears stream down your face. Wish you were there. His grin, oh, sorry, smile. It was wet. It was hot. I am not. Not here. Not to me. Delicious – what? Tea, I`m talking about tea. Number – 2nd. Now tears stream down my face. It was inevitable, I know. I know. You will just betray yourself. Abso-fucking-lutely. Ask her – about – oh, it was used in middle ages, and even later, why are you so frightened? I am not. For what it`s – everyone knows the ending. It rocked pretty hard. I feel your heart – it is cold as ice. Vivid imagination – okay, I`m sorry. Cardiac arrest – how do you feel yourself today? Touch me. Keep me unreal, I beg you. Falling down on my knees – for no special reason. Persecution and assassination. I must drive you home, I`m drunk. I am. I am not. This is not happening to me, to us, you have problems? Then let me eat you. The hills can`t talk to you, they will never talk to you, any requests? Inside your heart – there is ice age. Don`t you think so? And hairline fractures. You desire? So ardently – what? No. Eager slave of love – I`m fed up with these stories. Kinda this way. It was mentioned before. Dammit, art can`t be born form comfort, wealth, happiness – children`s tales. You see. I see. I agree. Go for a drink. Off the top of my head – chemistry? What a foolish joke – drink H2SO4. Then I`m done. Then I`m gone - what? And this is how I disappear, and, like a phoenix, I experience the resurrection every time I look for someone else. Then I`m gone – what? Then I`m done. I am ready.
Someday you gonna feel my hell with every fucken little piece of your skin.
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