liked this experience, i’m offended for a few questions, the first is about plankton, no one and benthosalinovka. i paint these lights with bright farbs, our marars of the sky, dapers, tayamnitsy kharastva, know the warta for us, we believe, tsaper, krastumanya. i’ll know, i’ll find my shirt, at my finger, sleep, the fly is not moving, the breath is flying, the eyes are flying, but come with me, knots, we can give it to space, thoughts and thoughts voice, haunting of my mind... in the sky in the carcasses the wings of the birds are roaring and whatever, if i pass the fogs, i will recognize my little eye, my finger has the sleep, the flight cannot keep pace with the breaths of life, the eyes float, but then follow me. we can give you thoughts to the cosmos, rubbing our voices, and we will give you the edge of another month, let me be with him, and let the cosmos, with our thoughts , rubbing our voices, just be with me. and the mornings, i will be able to, with thoughts, i will wear out my voices, on your scan, no, another, we will already be able to get the meaning, with thoughts, barefoo