Evening. Nearing the end of this crazy day ... now all I have valilos of the hands and flew into cash teen tartarary. Adam and Eve is America's home for adult products for men and women. Open boxes, and biscuits, too much cover and half potyanulo rassypalas for office, generously garnished with the crumbs my clothes. Tried to relish marmeladkami, bag suddenly issued râleur Pisk, torn into two parts and marmalade aromatic explosion rassypalsya around. As a result, I had to head to foot in the Sugar, and each left-hand for half of the package. Ate glazed icing. Like the front part of the torso. But somehow as a result of the village on a piece of chocolate and ispachkala jeans. Colleagues listened to the explosion from my universal tranquility. And now I sit drink beer, Jr. cranberry powders in sugar tender under the title "Sharmel" and hope that my run today's ills.

Pereryvala old archives, and searched for recording one hit to another. Then my friend said "This is the best that I have read in your livejournal. Favorites in". I am surprised. What do you tell?

"Strange woman, strange ...


"I do creative people," said one old acquaintance me.

She wrote poems strange without Rhyme and without meaning. Shoe some incomprehensible pieces of cardboard. Totally idiotic listened to music and knocked on the drums.

I absolutely did not sit her dress style, the newly acquired, nezhenskaya, boring. Hairstyle - I fell from dump trucks, and the head was halted by a strange hair color ... something between tuhlymi beetroot juice and tomatoes.

Oooooo, it was terrible. Thin, with burning eyes with cigarettes in the teeth ... besides all around, kleilas to guys autonomous manner, and then throwing them, and just watched with smiles for their pathetic attempts again to reach her body. And let it. Let him sometimes, their beloved body, some quite unfamiliar men. Beautiful, nahalnyh, sexual. Exceptionally because they wanted. And the innocent are not stinted.

Lived in her home five cats and strange bunny, hamster, which pozhiral all around. She produced stunningly Pancakes and skill zapivala their vodka in the warm circle of friends, no releases ... despite its thin shape and low weight.

Often Walked on surrounding roofs. diesel on the fire stairs at the Stella Bank, a Teatralke brightly lit at night.

Generally particularly strange ... We even communicate with her at times. And somehow find a common language. With pravednitsey sinner ... otlichnitsa and troechnitsa. Ta, who always lose the head, if vlyublyalas someone ... and the one who is always on time to take a skill in hand. Funny business.

She knew. Aware that she does not frightening. In any case, she believed in it. And surrounding it felt a little mad when she went to the competition with its terrible poems. And almost joined the top five ... throughout Russia young poets. apparently, it was not one mad. And the jury caught her associates. And maybe, poems and the truth was excellent ... somehow, I just do not understand.

Samsung sometimes on it. Modern people. Very bright. "Not because of her light, but because it does not have the light ...."

Night. Not sleeping. Listen ... silence. Passing car. The wheels on the asphalt. The dog. Desperately. Falsetto. Train. Pace. Slowly.

Heart Mother. Knock. Knock. Knock.

Arrow.

And davit-davit-davit. Quietness and night from the outside. Heart and blood from inside. And these sounds, quiet, vkradchivye, otdelyayas from one another, violate slim. And they are getting louder, louder, all the stronger. A growing. All the midst of all breathe easy.

Knock. Knock ... lake ... knock. knock. knock. Quietly ... soberis ... listening to the night. Shorohi and sounds ... the noise, pops, Lay.

Everything is quieter. quieter ... you can sleep ... Fear not ... tishinaaaaaaaaaaaaaa