but i love the heading graphomaniac and they write dedicated to zb maybe it suits you the evil borodulina sweep away the kisses of the blues, the drunken day of the sea, wrote a fire, inflate poems in your soul, weave you in a line. my eyes are burning, my shoulders are sparkling, and for two there are only dreams and the voice of reason is provided and the stars smell like flowers, chance the sacrament of dates. we did not want to understand and falling asleep on the volcano the beating of the heart. bet on five here i look at you beauties and wonder. what kind of idiots are you. so i lived with you for a whole year. they slept with you drunk, remember, and none of you has ever said such words to me. yes, you even squeeze out a normal compliment from yourself. you can't do it all with one laugh. do you know why? because normal men are dead. like dinosaurs, you won’t find them in it with the ministry of emergency situations and the police. remained alone impotent what? how are you, how are you i mean morally. what are you? lee well i certainly. i decided to move in with you. i really like