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[einHund]

i need to visit my own daughter's grave often, that when I was the son of a lumberjack for a long time, oppressing my wife and my blood-related children.

 

[einHund]

without making a special impression, i will call your name and then drown me thirsty in water and bury me in bread, experiencing inner hunger.

 

[einHund]

there is no need to come to my cage, where i am lying on a damp ceiling covered with cat scars and provide me with a portion of bad seeds...

 

[einHund]

winter is breathing down my back, hinting that i am far from home, where a green man is waiting for me to bite, swallow and further digest in the stomach...

 

[einHund]

what's left for you to do before you open the door and go outside to run and hide from daytime malaise, evening drowsiness and the desire to start a diary at night?

 

[einHund]

i have no choice but to behave by the nose and make a sour face at the mention of God as a symbol of power and domination over the working class and the administration of justice over the unemployed citizens of a small state...

 

[einHund]

little of what remains to be done before you die, you will decide to do, because for you, the unknown and uncertainty are the most bringing animal, uncontrollable fear into your home...

 

[einHund]

my friend of my mother's friend and godson of my cousin's daughter is my uncle's nephew of my late grandfather's sister with a living aunt's father...

 

[einHund]

for having lost my virginity in my final childhood (Jonathan Davis) - now I have to endure the antics of your only gyrus that passes through the doors of the mind consisting of the feces of my milk...

 

[einHund]

die for (1) the interest that comes from the circle of book lovers and moviegoers, (2) animal fat dripping from my forehead and (3) a game of throwing dice to a neighbor's grandfather who returned home on wheels...

 

[einHund]

peasant children are led by people from the nth city, so that after many centuries, the people of an unknown country do not wear clothes, walk around the cities completely undressed and do not put on shoes when they are up to their ears in shit...

 

[einHund]

something like that, like a perfume with a supply of burning leaves and loving you was like loving death...

 

[einHund]

what feats and perfections are capable of a woman heartbroken, exhausted by male influence and towering over the whole world that criminally took over the patriarchy?

 

[einHund]

does society experience a lack of energy when beautiful people appear on the horizon? does society need a free meter from store shelves crammed to the top with office cheese? and does society have a desire to achieve the heights that this cardboard, plastic and brick universe has gained?

 

[einHund]

the red water filled the remnants of the mind and the bowl responsible for the balance and balance between different categories of qualities and attitudes to the mother's own womb.

 

[einHund]

whatever you do, do it with a performing hype and the art of loving traditional values - dipping newborn babies upside down...

 

[einHund]

this is my fucking heavy metal, I will break you and break your cup of moral restraint and the defect of mass...

 

[einHund]

does much depend on us? what can you personally influence? unless there is a stream of consciousness mixed with the feces of his own mother in the small intestine of the last emperor of Ethiopia?

 

[einHund]

does your hand lie in the fact that this cognitive world has killed me, deprived me of the last source of inspiration that I kept in a box in the form of a heart?

 

[einHund]

your nervous system left the metro station a long time ago, located just above the urinary canals of an unfinished fascist aging your genetic memory...