Karate Breaking Stand

scale in February

quickly print vortices flown into my head thinking, or rather not even thinking, and beautiful phrases that enrich the space of ease and immediacy of steps. These phrases can be compared with birds leapt Today in the piece of the sky, the foreseeable me. To not let them over the edge of the eye, as it has to do with the birds, I have decided that you can lay them on the streets, both on bookshelves.

starts at the top, since the paucity of ideas on the longest I have traveled the streets, like it was top shelf.

Large Georgia.

first back- Hi melancholic

... when I walk past trees whose branches covered with snow so exquisitely that I embarrassed to stare on them with his mouth open, I lower my eyes. My gaze slides over the mighty black trunks and stick to the shoulder. Oddly disproportionate figure says Me: "I am a mighty king, I fashioned Tsereteli! Look, it's my cast. " And I look at these as disproportionate, but smaller, the court Harlequins. Then returning to the back of a giant eye, and I understand that his physical size has reduced the value of his intelligence (I'm just about the most sculpture not the individual). Sculpture seems to me a fool. And the snow on her shoulders seems to me stunning fabulous.

second back- Untitled

To think imaginatively I like more, but this requires a series of figurative, it must be patterned to think it was nice. I can not yet think figuratively, because both Once I start, in front of me always gets the same stage of my life, which eclipsed anything I have ever seen. She never erode from my memory and hardly anything go in. Maybe I'll start to think metaphorically, when the appearance of the above image I will not have to pluck my eyes and will not feel that I beat the cobblestones on the chest.

Malaya Bronnaya

Bazarov

How many people have many opinions. And me? What is my opinion? Oh oh oh! It seems I have no opinion! So, quiet ... my opinion is that once everyone has an opinion, so everyone has a different vision. And if visions are different, hence there is no single, common, which is on the idea should be a reality. Oh my God! Yes I am a nihilist! I am a nihilist, so I like erasers.

Patriarch's Ponds

Smack

We exchanged by passing man chewing gum. He chavknul so widely that I saw it chews the cud, well, I reply, as well chavknula. We realized that we are equally pleased to walk and chewing gum in the cold, were satisfied with each other and parted.

Garden Ring

Room

How nice that in this beautiful city I have has his own room. Not flat, namely room, because she is very mine. My bed, the blue wallpaper and curtains, table, window sill, an easel, a piano sometimes in another order, depending on the health status and the book, which Karatau days.

Gpsphone Pokemon Smaragd Cheats

story on

golden feathers enveloped of hidden between houses courtyards. Two girls 5 years ineptly played badminton large wooden rackets. Their custody - grouchy grandmother in a blue knit Panama Eternal stocking. In the warm spring air fighting sounds senseless attacks on the old dusty carpet, hissing radio, promising to drop the temperature Moscow is below zero, and a competitive chorus champing new watermelon gum. Under this invisible battle brought to give white cat examined their locality. a cat's eyes were different. Green saw a much better blue, but cloudy blue eyes looked like an ancient all-seeing eye, brought from the eastern benches. When this cat was a stray kitten, his future boss - a fighter for scrupulous protection of animals, Michael Krotonovich extremely love this oddity of his cat. When in the courtyard of a peculiar incident occurred, the cat was pleased to see the prospect of his secret love in next door. While his boss raised the blue hat old woman, the cat slipped into the arch, and then disappeared behind, covered with dermantinom door. The incident was also completely unprecedented. For no reason at all with balconies hung with socks, took off the red lacquered shoes and brushed blue hat woman. Starushka not affected, but was dumbfounded and outrage. The entire evening, before the clock struck zero zero hours, her granddaughter heard about the ambiguity of certain incidents over which should not laugh. And who and why threw shoes totally do not know. It is known that the manner of this man is poor, and that the red lacquered shoes will never get a holiday.

If My Dog Poops Blood

poem "February 1 or the day of my union"

All same day

Meditation Room or

Thoughts in the room,

Watching that beautiful.

breathe moist.

My dog is very red,

me this is important. Our

with silhouette

It takes women's views on the balcony.

Her eyes hidden by glasses "chameleon"

Her mind sleeping in a leather cape.

I'm amazed the world,

debris of his cigarette smoke,

No

I wonder butts,

scattered on the ground.

I'm very comfortable

So starting in February,

in the room and in themselves.

homeless Moscow court

Thinking about winter, or something completely different.

This year the snow wearing on him a wry

In very great haste.

in my visual memory that is not

It runs

the soft and hard Riga Tallinn.

Outside February turns the asphalt to thaw holes.

I end up like the Japanese poet,

I forgot his name,

Or not.

What is this, Hoku?

Or does rhyme confused plot

And he ran to buy her a bouquet of azaleas.

on roofs goes very orange people

me this is important.

five-story house

does not block my view

In other series five-story building

Janitor clears snow from roofs.

We stand with my dog and eat burgers

It troubled and unperturbed

I understand that here in rhyme and story go

Cigarettes,

But I do not smoke,

I only terms of stories about cigarette smoke

And I'm attached to them?

, I'll read, unwinding story

novel "Rebecca" Daphne du Maurier

And this beautiful name finish as Hoku

Wedding Straight Shota

coal


silhouette could not turn the corner, February wind joined with him in the dispute.
dispute was the most natural, in a sense, obsolyutno bessmysliny. None of the debaters had no osnavany at him. Wind, torn from the ground due to lack of legs, just do was not under a facts on which he could stretch. That the dispute was on an equal footing wind naturally tried to knock down the stubborn silhouette - and began a spores.
As two sheep they stood on the corner, but the silhouette is still able to slowly move forward. He is a true debater looked only to himself feet. Porridge made of snow, asphalt and lantern light, telling him that the street is dark. When the February wind flew to argue with another silhouette, our hero finally raised his head. On him because of right angles and elongated statues furtively looked pale crimson sky. He realized: "Darkness is not. It just do not in this world! ". And in a bag He was lying coal. He was going to paint a black ptitsu.Net, dark-gray bird with black head. He went on, and contradicts himself: "I'm going to black light. Light Raspberry pastel sheet. But no! Best ink dirty yellow, you get porridge at my feet. And yet there is no darkness, I hid it in his bag, turned into coal палочки, которые крошаться и ломаются под пальцами и растворяются от любого прикосновения. Темноты нет."