Oh, if I could just tell you all
moments of their mistakes, tiny screw-ups and
Dirty failures, moments of joy,
Fear, in short: To be so chaotic
nearest, inseparable, extracted from the bottom,
Deep subconscious, like, let's say,
My, as desperate as the bizarre attempts
automatic letter
(all the time the spell works
All the whores in the close city will have
green hair, priests – bows on eyebrows, and
If you behave, the large fern will forget you
– specified something recently, a small unknowingly, I fried).
How wonderful it would be to cheat with you
and crush the sun in your fingers,
Blow the biting dust into your eyes
lampucers, be the 1 who knows, can
Feel it. So you can see my eyes screaming
A bearded man in a tiny fiasco erstwhile I erstwhile forced
priority at the intersection (believe on
The word – how ridiculous he looked!).
And be the 1 who remains, you cannot scratch
from places, colors, so he ate into, for example, a small
a embarrassing situation erstwhile unintentionally
He left a net of buns on the pavement, making it
He fed any around-yard bum,
That... that he would build his own cloud-deep monument.
and will be forever (joyfully) closed
inside him, the statue head. and in paving tiles,
The toys he got free of decades ago,
Middle school notebooks and a tiny driver's roar.
Take everything, please. Team, don't let go.
