Darkness

Smile or sing - it's all dark...
It's early evening, and you're already blue as always, dude. There is fire inside, sameness.
Place the bones in a crisscross pattern. In general words they promise a bright departure into eternal joy.
...It's soon morning. With him - a blatant lie. Tweet what you see.
I see a strong blue pain... it goes lower... on the left it seems to be getting closer...
As close as leather hell at a meeting of Satanists.
No, no, this is perhaps too much. This is like a spit over the shoulder, nunchucks-grandchildren.
Become a watchtower. The claw grabs in a frantic dance.
In a city where there are neither evil dragonflies nor gentle bees...
Just various asshole little things and you and me, assholes.
I feel like they're rummaging in my pocket like it's in my fly.
What a beautiful gesture! It burns...
There can't be any money in my pocket. Only a trellis rusty as a muffler.
...Stupidly and greedily (it even became a pity) the wind licks the snow like a dying March mongrel.
Who locked you in a transformer booth?, my childhood dream. It's like my soul...
'Shnyaga'! Overnight we will become strangers, reading other people's thoughts.
You want to laugh aloofly. Do you want a metallic hood?
White weightless crystal, where is your house? In Essex County?
Like dryness from sex or when you suck crookedly.
Paint the ball with oil paint. Beautiful again...
The bazaar with the mirror is angry and rude, like grabbing his chest.
...New walls are built around old walls. It's never enough for them.
This is the result, - Tsoi sang. Type Total:
And where there should have been a queue to exit - there is no one...