Today

Eggs were laying somewhere not here. Far from here. Who knows who could find them today? I went out to meet some accidental aspecy clothed in no one knows what.

There, I mean, over there, big eyes of USB loudspeakers kept on glaring at the inner space of the room.

Things can speak.

Yesterday we spoke about Mozbrura. What is it? Why the new songs’ s publication interrupted? Who is responsible for this?

When you start a new blog you have something in mind. You think that some energy factor can become a main line of everything. Starting from stretch, you try to measure your life as if something can be corrected. The primitiveness of the life should be rightly understood. In other case, you should know that no callbacks mean nothing. Well-preparedness means more that you can think of it.

So, it’s five p.m.

People ate hens.

People are Hens (words by T. Liopp)

Today was like a plate

Plain and white

I came out to smoke my hair

Oh, yes

I met Anna

Her ass is a bread

Her ID is a part of R.W.

Nether go away

Today will soon end

The Japan, the Japon

I am listening to Chopin

I am someone else

Anna goes to the hill

Where she looks down

Birds are different

Some of them are like dicks