From where all - undertakes war?
U of everyone hang on a tip of language war and if not to spit out it from time to time on the deserted waste ground where one tall weeds grows, it will slip out and will seize lips of the closest beings in space sooner or later, and they can be also our friends. War - an infectious disease - its activators extend through the speech. Therefore any speech should be preceded by a plentiful splevyvaniye at sufficient distance from living people There, on these deserted waste grounds, great literature of the latest times - from the spittles infected with war activators is also born...
The father goes according to Peron. It is necessary! Solved, to see, with the people to sweep in the subway. Important so strides. The thin beard dangles on draft. Whether he spits out the war alone or sprays on poor parishioners during some service?.
Interestingly, I could work as the priest?. Probably, could. And here the monk will definitely not leave me. How I without female to a floor-? Though if to be loyal to that, only which to spit on me, then just in the monastery and to live... To pray on it perhaps?. To it to spit Most likely, to god to spit too. If to it was not to spit, praying there would be much less. Why to pray when he already tries to do for you all it is capable of? It is capable of what? On everything. He is a God! Human. Means, it has to be capable of all what the person himself not
Look at, what cutie! And it is so close! What began to smell! Smell of the very young seductive girl! It is necessary to be stone not to wish it in the heart! It is necessary to be the pervert kissing stones... Pray to inaccessibility This young lady is quite available. Here it, nearby, smells sweet. Gentle, fragile! Give only a hand An ill luck, the brother, not - for - yes - cha!. It belongs to another. You see that boar?. Present how this hog gets up on a poor crumb as her joints crackle as she screams from pain No! It is higher than my forces!.
Why you, girls, beautiful love?
Well! And girls urgently switched to freaks. So whether? No!. Think of another... It is necessary to get off at the next station - to spit out war Do not give birth at least to children from them! And that breed high and harmonous soon at all will disappear from the face of the earth!. See you! Small - that! Caught, seemingly, some threat to the happiness: looks around nervously, set up a claw on the treasure. And the treasure and clings, and clings to it Female mythology! It cannot be helped! The beauty, fall in love with a monster, and it will turn back hand-written molodets! Who composes all this?. There will be all - - will spit out war
Why one day lasts - lasts, and the end it is not visible to it, and another will not manage to begin how already and night hurries to it on change?. Seldom who, having exhaled soul, becomes part of wind. The majority exhaling becomes weight terrestrial. Because Earth also does not stop being the firmament consisting of fossilized souls A body to tower before dizzy falling, to be humiliated to mountain tops and to rest in a tomb of common sense. Only body Smothering all life locked up But stones birds fly, and birds fall stones...
Once you will leave the subway on the waste ground to spit out war and instead of war you will spit out the soul - so among spittles and you will die on the waste ground And your tsarevna will turn back again a frog what she was before acquaintance to you Man`s mythology! It cannot be helped! Fall in love with a frog - she will become a tsarevna... Was lost in day-dreams!.
I can call myself the monk For this purpose it is not obligatory to disappear in the monastery. And I will meet girls: Hi, I am a monk! And somebody will take yes will answer: Hi, I am a tsarevna - a frog! Take me in the monastery, I to you prigozhus! Yearned, probably, on a female body - that? Is not present at me, the beauty, any monastery, I wander here, on others corners huddling. The monk without monastery. I pray where will be impatient. Female body not in wonder. On it I do not pray any more. And she suddenly will also answer with human language: You lie everything, red you still well done! did not experience all our delights, so you tell time. Take me, you will not regret! Yes I - that will take, do not doubt. Explain only, why the hell to you the homeless monk gave up? I want to try