| Skreamer
| Condemnation
| L7.oct.zool
This morning I woke up with a callous desire to drink. evening.
I went to the window and saw a little girl in a blue dress
who walked down the street with a ball in his hands. her face
was radiant smile of happiness in heaven, too, shone a smile of
happiness - luminary sun, the street was 303 degrees Kelvin,
summer. and it was fine. girl happy, walked skipping and
singing "Lala-la." Suddenly ... she suddenly she stopped. smile
at the moment gone from the face, replaced mine bewilderment,
passing through 15 seconds to a grimace of terror. Girl
released ball from his hands. Balls were inflated with helium,
they soared into the sky and disappeared, disturbing sky. Sky
felt balls and looked at the girl. smile happiness of heaven -
the sun - quickly gave way to quiet terror. happened eclipse. a
short time - just 15 seconds. rain. Girl is nowhere discussed.
her hands were shaking and she did not know that in 15 seconds
it zatryaset all. dress the girl has changed its color to gray
(though perhaps it seemed to me). Girl forgot words of his
songs. and the sky told her these words of his thunder. 15
seconds passed and the girl began to tremble. I tried to
understand what she saw that her so touched. suddenly the girl
was sick ... and the sky all realized ... Thunder over. rain
was over. soltsne lit. fall from the skies burst ball directly
into the hands of girls. She tightly clutched in their fist,
looked at the evil sun, baring his teeth, went on to a wide
step, whistling "fuck-fuck-fuck" ...
I opened the window. my face blew a fresh wind. I leaned out of
the the window and looked at the bench, standing near the
entrance. on bench sat two boys. in the amount they were 33
years old. they kissing. passionately. "That's all?" - I
thought, and closed the window ...
sky brightened. sun kill himself and was born in the new shell.
A new shell was orange. blue and orange.
I've looked over. the street was a little girl, her dress
was colorless. she was not skipping and not stride. it
was on the prowl looking askance at the world around us, looking
and fear. Girl did not sing, she whispered. whispered some
words that nobody could make out, most likely, even
herself. in her pocket - I clearly saw it - were
nenadutye balls. nenadutye not because she did not want. no.
because she was afraid. afraid of condemnation.
"I will not wait for the evening" - I thought and got drunk ...
