sho you, Fool, smarter than him! If you are really unbearable, mice crawl out of your head like stubble, so at least “mow” under the Fool! You will be goals. Yes, and others are calmer!
–Thanks for the science, Grandfather, I will. Although one Clever Man taught me:
–If you are so Smart, show how much penny you have?
–You will show it. When will be. Then you will figure out who is smarter. In the meantime – “mow” under the Fool. Again I chatted with you. Until the end.
From the laughter of the Warriors, the Ravens fly from the Trees. And the Highlander is poisoning another Joke.
–Anka lies in a haystack – Machine-gunner with Petka and dream:
–The War will end, I will go, Petya, to India.
–What will you do there?
–I will wear a sari. And I will draw a dot on my forehead.
–And what will come of you?
–I’ll be then, Petka, Indy – Anka!
–And if I trample there after you, what am I, Indy – Petka?
It’s time to uncover the Weapon …
Noos and Chaos exchange glances merrily. A Whole Bunch of Crazy! Beauty is content. Business to the Warriors – for an Hour! But the fun later – the whole Era! Oh, and She will take away the Soul! These are My Men! Enough with you, Incorporeal, somersaults! And just try to touch someone! Noos with Chaos bewilderedly Silent. They contacted Crazy Baba. More dear to yourself! Isn’t it time for Us to enter the Bodily Shell?! And then let’s Play Hide and Seek! We Know How To Disguise Too! Do not blame!
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Brian! Hint Got it? For the not-so-funny: Kaska, Kaska – and Where’s the Grenade?! Let’s undermine the unconventional way of making New People – Cloning. Let’s do it the old fashioned way.
PSS
Polina Porizkova. To the Beauty, the Actress, and the Model I will devote the next Obligatory Chapter. You Love Children, Even You Write Books For Them. I love them too. With love
Chapter VIII. Second part. In reserved and dense …
“… In the reserved and dense, Kim Bessinger – Scary Murom forests to the Star, the Actress, Every Uncleanness wanders like a cloud to Beauty And sows Fear in the passers-by …”
Chapter VIII
…Russia, Bird-Troika … For the Motherland … Save and Preserve …
Pain overwhelms the Earth.
Girdled with trenches. The nerves of the Earth are exposed. The most terrible Enemy-Man is in control. An enemy to yourself. Only he can do such harm to himself. He has no other cradle. Madness. Delirium tremens. This was the case in Yugoslavia. Give war to Iraq! Fuck democracy! Do they object? Peoples of the World? Cattle! To someone’s mother!
Is it just people? Take off your blindfolds! We are standing on the edge of the abyss! Not everyone has become lunatics! What for?! The Golden Calf has clouded the Mind. But not all of them?! There is only one life. There is no other today! Will she be at all?
Poles crawled from human malice. Closer and closer to the fatal line. The next turn of the poles is exactly to America. Even the return of Halley’s comet will not have to wait. “… A little more, a little more …” *
Rolls Up His Sleeves Beauty. While this dunce Noos sleeps, Chaos has done Such a thing! Will I be silent?! I will show you the Free Woman of the East! Red Army soldier Sukhov is not on you! How many of my Men were buried in this Mess! Good!! Amazons, in the fight! SOS! SOS! SOS!.. Wean them! And in general, from the All Feminine! Until they come to apologize! Freaks! Men can be counted on one hand. The men are overwhelmed. They attack in packs. Men are divided. Is it possible to defeat this Trash one at a time? “… If the guys of the whole Earth …"! **
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