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in my mind
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September 14, 2011, 07:12:am
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It is ready/want/not I can/is banal to write nothing. To me has bothered, but these are time impossibility. I want to see a new reality old eyes. The prices, at times, are too high. Internal revolution is necessary to me. A new drink of the shouting persons recoloured in white color. Huge scissors of the dressmaker I cut out the smallest details. Bring already a scalp - soon the hand will tremble also all will depart to a precipice. Ridiculous tears of nonsense. To whom these small circles are necessary. One behind second/for third.
It is possible to name last days capaciously silly and important. It is much told and is accepted. Much is eliminated and never will change. I have got used to that I stand in the center without restraint rotating roundabouts. Persons are greased in uniform medley, I almost don't distinguish you. I was tired and I close eyes. Lonely populousness.
Again saw in А circus. A strange chapiteau and the burro. Sweaty people with wet armpits and the concealed grin. They have protected themselves almost unknown wire of a deceit. It at them not badly turns out, isn't that so? The circus always played a strange role in my life. It goes nearby, almost concerning. Reflection of the concealed fear - I mow down eyes, but I see attentive shades. There are no forces to turn a head. It is not ready. In not clearest days it reminds of itself(himself). You were in a chapiteau when the others sleep? The circus on wheels never sleeps. Freaks remove masks what tomorrow to impose a new make-up. An overlay on horror. Their city is insignificant, but my God there reigns. The curve turned mirrors form bloody crucifixions. Miasmata of badly smelling hay and someone's the hand which have been put by for a pier glass. What to learn these secrets, nonsense both desperate obstinacy is necessary only. And that and another will be fine to be located in plastic plateaus, settling on moustaches of the athlete. Behind laughter contempt is hidden. Behind shout - happiness. Be not afraid - of fools and it is not enough desperate fools, the hand next will have time to decay.
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