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Like a curious large fox looks at the bush, screwing up his eyelids. The children are studying a red leaf. A yellow leaf sways on the branch. Drying spots - clouds - points on the autumn isobar. The yellow

How to solve unsolvable problems, just mold the brain is not affected, I'll peel the potatoes, honey M. Andrey Platonov looks through. Bronzes nights proletarian oval, workdays, as a premonition, multiply.

BLACK HEN Black chicken a day without a number I was laying eggs down the street. Gin and tonic lasts rush hour, will expel anyone its armored car, if conscience is scraped off the chip, on the train will

The scribbler was once, the brown cloak worn, rhymed ornate with all possible force. Pillows thought about the descendants were getting yourself ink and wrote poems about how miserable life is eked out.

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For never loving you, just feeling sorry., put me a fence from the same railing, which we both held, when this life could bring, and we, despite the years, went down to the underground peace-grace, the

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I have a crucifix, her father, who… What will happen to us if the supports are lost? I have a simple mother, an engineer, a hero of labor – without it, the right half of my life I did not go anywhere.

Because empty, sorrow from the lips on, separating poetry from art, I will announce to you over the ashes of sleep the triumph of brains craft, and be inflated at the throat, the side, what will srifa

July rolled into August eight, thunderstorm lever on the roofs of villages, on the surf pebbles, on the fire, on the sunset melancholy blood; was coming to an end, breaking a fragile hat crude fiber of

It all fits together in the past, one for all, And in the future, too uniform, Minutes happiness sells Gobsek – Over time price match. Diverge the fan our path, Raging over the fates of the wind, Sometimes

What to order from China? If you get a souvenir – I don't want any wonderful dummies, And silks not need to, excuse… Did ask for a heavenly quota, Where the odds are unequal, Bring a bubble of Chinese

I don't have the patience – I don't play chess well. I miss the consumer goods of writing. I watch TV for a while, then I crawl away, fucked. I want absurdities to wash or to ostracise. I like to make

Late from school. Stand. The hair gray. I'll rip. All other black – pitch black, This one did. Tomorrow we'll go to the country. The river, mushrooms. It is necessary to remove the garden. Run opposite

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It has been a year not having morning dreams Perhaps with soul of my not okay Well, that fact that it was not spring Red sky, quiet and cool I go out in the alleys not a soul Silver mist swirls around

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You can't touch me today I'm terribly drunk right now Light morning summer rain Light drops flying jazz Well, to hell with you, God I don't pity your warmth Nothing I could not create Here and listen to