I feel beauty from within. and We are such beautiful with automats waist-deep in dead liquid deformity. we stand and smoke we wait when rocket-sun as a flower will blaze up in sky Loudly. crack of the torn fabric will pawn ears. and we go forward !!hurra. !!!bitch. !!mother. !!!!pidarasy. fire. "Zhen'ka, back". NIT!!! again «hurra». by a pea in a mouth something will gasp then. bang. thump. a head swells. with a mouth to drink a bog that all other from ours who behind easier was to go then to us. and we smoke while. we smoke. we smoke with you. Where are you, rocket? Rocket? Where are you? Rather, rather.
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