’s birthday, i think chuzh was probably 50 years old, and he said: here there is a good author, he writes, ibans and koscheys, without having made so many holes with our hands. there will be a major, but for now it’s a minor, my situk and about you, then the luggage then the truth, i’ve been looking into her face for a long time, i’m changing, i know, this is its own song, but thank god i have you, like unis bridges, like comets’ tails . tears can no longer show the way, but i have you, and thank god, the kremlin kurandas beat women and men, they have five reasons for this, and maybe more, who will sort them out or will. in a pocket or a kula from a robi, whoever didn’t hide and came out is the one to blame, all the paparas are in a sovereign boarding school, everyone in this web is like a shaking fly, or a cross under god, or a trunk in a row, but thank god i have it, like a university bridges are like the tails of beech trees, even the stars can no longer show the way, but i have a strong one, thank god, i sewed my wounds with my own hands, and somewhere there the reeds were rustling, b