... Cancer in your own Feces ...
(C) Surv! V0r, 28.05.2001
Vzdorgnula scene and gained a post-traumatic aneurysm
internal cerebral artery. Doctors thought stsenovoy say
gradual thinning of the wall, so to break - one moment and
Shay Wood Mac. In short, inoperable. Naturally,
metastasis of cancer afflicting white-haired tower sceners
amenable to treatment only with difficulty.
Content named in the title releases from
Delirium Tremens I compare with distance reception of
psychiatrists, when to take all patients and edit them a couple
of ridges can not and only visiting a private practice, for
example, to Kazan and conversely, helps enrich mental
neurosurgery.
Obozor miracle NEstsenovoy NEstsenovogo thought requires
the same approach. Now lives only in the space of timeless.
The emergence of Funeral # 2 will be a real shock and
istsileniem for unsolvable plead member sick of caste.
Sinn: We will not disturb the reserves, let's talk ...
Krugger: I'm dying in the sense of "still alive", and nothing
hypochondriac in this statement is not to invest.
Sinn: talk, talk ... Am I right that in any communication
immortal alive and well, and re-vaccination
certificate itself
only one here, this here is bare living soul, all as
there?
Krugger: Saying goodbye to you today, I can only wish that
your head after reading my next opus
ache is not too runny.
Sinn: A theme of my new refinement - meanness. Warmish
clinging smell coming from the stale
products ... That is, except in the olfactory
categories are not grasped. Vulgarity smells
podkisshim
beer and yesterday's newspapers, from her bears killed
moths, birth control pills. You can smell the sweat
anxiety, and self-righteousness and envy, and not
allowing a clear integrity.
Krugger: In my opinion, vulgarity smells rotten naivete.
Sinn: Vulgarity is due to naivete. Loss of innocence and
is, in fact, the vulgarity, but no loss of exemption,
and
decay.
Krugger: Yeah, vulgarity, flowing into itself in the
development of a
is a classic worm. Phantasmagoria
parasitism. Samovyrozhdenie of everything.
Sinn: Members! Raise your eyes, you and I are so alike.
Sophisticated vulgarian knows you as flaky,
you impose your toshnotno familiar image, I'm sure
in your reactions expects applause. Who and when
could resist the vulgarization?
Krugger: The lie of all truth, the death of all life.
Give Funeral # 2!
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