Jul 12, 2012 04:29
Kids of the words
Now lasting hanging over the words
Pity flickers for main-main words
Sophisticated stinky but words
Words're so soft not the cord
So kids're just playing on board
Of the planet demising absurd
Upper level surved.
Where are your worlds,
Kids of the words?
What it was besides the wars of your whores and wives, native asses and minds, rights for fights, when they bites for Kilobytes, you were, you did that.
Kids of the words.
Be up kings of them too.
May be some yes, little, kids?
записные книжки,
мой внутренний ерофеев,
стишки ни ритма ни рифмы,
сны,
вещи которые делают люди