u julu si na moru, a gde si u decembru
people as things. Things like people. Why do you always dress alike? This is a suit. Life gives me the chance a few times a year, in this - only one, because the year - three chickened out of the brain, and a handful of other impressions. In the photo you will be wearing sunglasses, this is the only attribute the suit, which depends on the weather. Maybe I have something confused. Forgot to look at your feet. Smiled to down, took off his hat, to be recognized.
Winter starts to smell indecent and languid, slush underfoot, like a spoiled honey. Every chance - Adrenaline shower and comic slap in the face.
at least you're alive. And it is not gone nowhere, Buenos Aryes or indeed Vilnius as the Master's in Sweden at the secret pryrabki or somewhere where the other kicks, or you have time to get back here from its south. All will be, as I guessed, even though quite differently. Love. It's cool and whatever.
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