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here are my palms, hammer nails in them
it's too late for us
change something
dirt is growing into me my bed
shakes from cold, convulsions, or something dying.
let us shut up and become ascetics.
the forest was not cut, but the chips flew.
there was no fire, but there was smoke and we decayed.
every kiss is an iskariot kiss
and will be naive to say something
other. we are enemies by blood
and dead by law
and the icon will not serve as salvation here
slaves of the great babylon
each of you as the apostle Paul will deny three times
and some dozens of times, but I swear everything will respond to you
death is inevitable, jump to conclusions
I wish you good luck human geeks
I don't understand what it is: arrival or waste
they don’t wait for the lost, they don’t want the sad ones, close your eyes and die, everything is simple
break bones
hello mr freeman and half-life
on the sixth circle of hell they shouted "just hold on"
fuck
crush insects
believe in injections

seven meters from the sky, two paths from happiness
now a frozen willow blossoms in me, and hello again
I feel more cold in me than in a real Russian winter
I'm colder than homeless in January
just trying to keep warm on the heating main
find your place in the list of closed vacancies
or drunken dynasties
break into pieces
safety
strangle me with the umbilical cord of a stillborn
then at least I'll die beautifully
and this is immutable
tigers scratching their hearts
you are like a target in this shooting range
we have our hunger games here
under gunpowder
at the same time, first with Van Gogh, and then with Warhol
let's cut it into pieces
just take and cut
non-stop
I can't feel my legs
we are dead children of the universe
we have enough doubts
and lighters
to burn everything to dicks
wastelands of unprecedented
flooded ravines and pits

I don't understand what it is: arrival or waste
they don’t wait for the lost, they don’t want the sad ones, close your eyes and die, everything is simple
break bones
hello mr freeman and half-life
on the sixth circle of hell they shouted "just hold on"
fuck
an iPod was stolen in the subway and happiness
paint your wrist
shout hello
and goodbye
to cunt all our suffering
poured for slaughter
fed with emptiness
not yourself
give birth to freaks
we will drown tomorrow
submarine Kursk will not contact us
and only the dead children of Beslan will offer friendship
we are on equal terms with them
visitors to the north east will burn out in a lame horse
grass cut
pupils obstructed
mom give birth to me ugly with expired beer
I will live from September to August
just let me smudge myself