A Dose of Life

It was a normal night signal. Not 'atas' at all. Like a silent special shot.
You don't sleep at night... Why didn't you hear?
And my graying hair, my old bitch, you dye it. Like you're pretty fat mommy.
An arrogant challenge in every phrase...
Wind on the roof.
He's completely different. And your name here is completely different. They can even be a “girlfriend” - fly in a hundred-year-old night...
This is where the sharp sawmill and its cutter come in:
are you looking for the right phrase? She is in the eyes! You don't die right away. There is still time to pick up the dirt under your nails while THEY are indistinct, like widened ones:
Ivan! We want you to know: The Dose of Life is so...
Along the fire escape (they haven’t cut it down yet, God save the homeless person), smiling immortally, an increasingly immortal bot climbs and buzzes behind the immortal bot.
This is such a filling - take it in your mouth!
This is such a profession - to paint disgust and fear on faces: oops! - everyone fuck off!
Colors sticky fear yellow...
...There is one defense (adjusted by the crazy ones): glue the even eyes with tape, alternating every other day with the odd ones.
Then you fall, you fall, you fall, you fall for a long, very long time until a UFO picks you up. By the eyes - an unbearably bright light... It's done, here it is - the pitchfork!
Now, boy, THEY will show you that very planet “Z”, for which the investigator whispers so affectionately in your ear.
Where there are no roofs at all. Where everyone lives in field of view - happy white laboratory mice...
Hey overdose, breathe! What's wrong with your tongue? Fuse? Can you hear me?..
Let's go into the sky like blue-cheeked pigeons, jamming tropospheric communications.
Let's draw on the veins the last message of the gray brain from the thoughts: Great Refusal!
Let's turn our skins inside out - like werewolves, ghouls, sailors.
Answering the polygraph question, “You’re an outdated version, brother-'khuyesos'”. Now they directly read thoughts like passionately...
Let's go to the roof! On the roof you breathe. Breathe, breathe. Like a soul...
You shiver when you see it. Not when you jerk off, but when you see it!
People gathered below. Brown insects... This is how they are visible from the roofs.
Words are already superfluous. You can live without them. The boy is not a fool!
This is not a liverwort. Try to live without liverwurst...
Words are no longer needed. Words are in the outhouse! Answer: Leaving or Flying away?
Great! Count until three and off we go!