Vigilante

On the immortal shelf I walked with Ted Bundy, because he, like his grandfathers, visited there, in Normandy. Another box with the inscription two hundred, rushing to the bride, a tragic case. Just keep in mind, the passenger in it is two-faced, he was leading both himself and his family by the nose. Drink more Paroxetine, mother, shouted the father in a shiny cap. You should go to jail, the mother answered, the damned apasha smoked all a cigar Leaving the bulls for mom... Man in nature is destined to dominate, rape someone, then whine After all, it turns out strange, however, the crime comes in two ways, and here there was a reason The molester swam through a pool of blood, what a comedy, who could have thought There was no other reason, everyone will get what they deserve There is Cain in the world, there is Abel in the world, there is a Lamb in the world, there is G-d He in it The crane, which means it died, not that immediately, but rather later, I don’t really know. After all, there were two of them, the creator and the reader, the reader did not understand the creator’s idea, for which he was left alone, without a face. The Creator seemed to understand what art means, and at the same time he went into some kind of wilds, it is multifaceted. It’s strange that the doors only opened a little, boars rush faster than a blizzard, alas, they could have remained silent. Know how to forgive, my dears, know how to punish, lie on the grave and think about who was right and who was wrong. Blueberries are ripe in the backyard, children are frolicking in the green grass, butterflies are fluttering together in the sky. Only you live your whole life in your head, and even that one indignantly thinks about the seam. Children bring slippers, cough up, and play tag, they want to hug mommy’s little hands. Mommy, she hates you, mommy, you, I didn’t ask for this... And this doesn’t happen to everyone... A drowned kitten will drown itself twice, the father’s children will not understand Mazut. Fuel oil flows down my skin, I’ve finally become rich, but at the same time horned Black, nasty freak, monster, I’ll jump into the well, but no, they’ll still get me They’ll get up, lift me, throw me into a ravine, open fire... There are still the same wrinkles on my forehead, trams rolled around the city, the tires are burning, I’m anemic In the pipeline, lunch was imposed, gastronomy, differently you can’t say Danse macabre, life has turned into just a renaissance, and he regrets Regrets that he fell in love at all, hoping for a miracle, fell out of love with himself, was left on a platter And you know, the world consists of fractals, of all sorts of figures, numerous channels So far you know one, television, where the poet in love is not the jack of diamonds You bought notebooks for your daughter, with rhinestones, she’s going to ballet, here you are alone, the veins were covered with the same pattern, and our citizen, at that very second, before alien eyes, ascended from the depths. "I didn't ask, my Aladdin"

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