poésie

Give my gadget a charge, the battery has run out again. my love will not stop for the old Nokia with a flashlight... (c) Pushkin

who lives at the bottom of the ocean? sprat valera? Medusa Oksana? Is Igor an eel? Armenian shrimp? or your self-esteem?

literature teachers at school force 14-year-old children to analyze and understand the poems of adult drunks who committed suicide.

I was so fucking crazy yesterday, I also lost the ball (c) Tanya

"Brunettes are for vicious passion, blondes are more for showing off, and redheads bring happiness and love." - Mayakovsky? - nooo... Mayakovsky would have been like this: brunettes are for fornication, not our classes... leave the blondes to the bourgeoisie... and our dear peasant party... redheads, I’d like one like that...

gray-haired children were carried in a circle on the backs of lathered mares, the drunken carousel driver forgot about them

get on your knees, push your brother into a cage, kill lies, explode arrows, flood the suit, beat the gods, don’t take them from their hands, gather the avengers

-poem. -I'm touched. -poetry. -I'm flattered. -flowers. -beautiful thanks.

roses love water... geese freedom... roses die on the lawns... geese in the zones...