fillet the piece that I had today, had dinner, turned into a bird long outstretched. The smell of rotten concrete attracts headless flying pigs. my house is situated in the left hemisphere of the brain of a pale moon paper. split from the stuffed with cotton wadding rotting walls flows radioactive saliva
I have my dwelling always present which is characteristic of each snail. I will hardly ever be able to get rid of it. I get to the bank of a stream, and seek my finger against the clear cool water, touch, however, crush, only ice. in some ways we are like hot-dogs with mustard
my house is a small ball is made of nickel, which has been prepared on behalf of a foreign travel agencies. between its upper and its lower part is a very thin wire attached to the kidney are still alive with bright-winged butterflies are raised plywood, but they gradually drop rusty from blood and give me a drink. in my right upper corner lives a hippopotamus. right in the middle of the closed ball always exists a perennial flower enters from puke [your house and you feel as men's in what you yourself created. put this idiotic and used by anyone construction continues. tell from your furniture yet. live, was there, met from the obsessive hope it that all of this at some point]
end there is also a steady assortment of household equipment: hole-a dark green sofa with one that I start to eat during the evening walks, two footstools, three chairs and eight tables for the cutting of meat. all these objects are always at their place and nothing can destroy their immobility
course influenced such interior almost everything I do, too. ever it is my favorite thing to me rusty nails twelve inches to hunt in the head. if my brain finally pierced all of them is to reach at least a few moments the long-awaited state of an amoeba
Moreover, I had other jobs, finally an intimate life with a dead cat and kitten unborn. at all is my scheduled day every minute and I do not have the usual power coating, and the same events change. in the pot constantly cold tea is boiled, is behind an opaque window from plasticine watt snow
all my strength to frail blackheads covered by worms and excessive body goes through a burning sting steely. shish kebabs are out of my thoughts in cold boiled vomit. each of my many hands trying to take uncertainty, something that at least some thirst-quenching and unattainable, but finally came only to the unevenness of sheep brains. on the shelf in marble cabinet is eternal asphalt fire of not one
safety of domestic objects in mind the risk of the emergence naturtechnogener disasters and other extraordinary attacks of the defense capabilities and mobilization readiness
when He took me by hand when adopted by me from this house out out on the street the autumn was just very quiet and probably tame
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