they only have warlust, led by a vampire ghoul to pull up on the chopping block.kind smirks at the bike, even in old age he drank a cow, he never fought like a warrior. he always did well with his tongue, he slandered fornication, slava fornicated and lied to your brown, bit from behind and pushed his sides into failure, led to the war of mankind. thinly braiding the snake tongue there is no meanness in the world bastard than this stinking old man. his life did not teach him anything, hating close ruins, not a soul, but a sparkling grave, where he should have a soul, a political degenerate of the world, a relic of bloody eras, if you have not seen a vampire. look before he dies, they want us to feel bad, to die and starve, to give up, to give up and bow to them, and who really got sick. i was much more realized in moscow. i had more things to do. because there were more around me. creative people i have known who knew me and all the time some ideas were boiling around, they participated in something and helped someone, someone went to listen and read someone, and