Shade of my life
Sometimes common
I am a running boy
I leave a trail
I save on food
I try to make every day not ordinary, instead
Getting cognitive stress in me
Noise of cars near the roads
I'm tired, or the soles of my feet are crushing my shoes
I prefer to be myself
Tired of hearing in my head the thought “how good it is outside”
Nature heals me if I go far beyond the threshold
I like plan B
But for some reason it turns into
My life is a twisted plot
As a result, plan D failed, damn
Elevator slows down on every floor
Last in, first out
Again I avoid vuzhade
Well, at least he remained true to his path
Ice water or nasty boiling water
Hungry that I can go crazy like Van Gogh
I don’t see, but I feel, so I read about it
But I watch how the townsfolk wait for something every year
If empty, then I think slowly
Fluently - untangled laces
The sweetest fruit on top of the tree
Sometimes it's boring to write in a diary
Starfall is not interesting, which presence is utter chic
I answer, someday I will make a series about my life
These days it's full of people like "sparrows at the hatches"
What if life under the dome - with truth, but a joke
If so, then it remains to squeeze all the fat out of the sponge
Everywhere there are intrigues, even near the cubes I am waiting for icicles

Nostalgia won't change what doesn't change
I avoid addiction, but rectangular buildings
My grandmother sees in the window
I don't want to know how longing
Lurking, I don't have much association with it
Similar words, the same fucking words
I walk confidently on the roads, even if I'm a professional
While donations for the show come from the under-philosophers
I am a collector, but in my fantasies
The days seem familiar
Wake Up again, calmed down again
Grateful for intuition
No self-love as an illusion
References, life - my texts
Didn't see the azalea flowers
All day long I aim at crosses
I find mine by chance
I don't follow the characters
Though I sleep like I'm buried alive
I close my ears, I hear joy
Push-ups after yoga
How can you understand if you don't understand, I don't understand
I guess the answer depends on the picture outside the window in front of us
As long as one experiences ego depletion
Neighbor knocks on my house, because I trample on the floor like Michael Jackson
The echo has an echo
I'm just flesh and bones
I want variety, but as long as there are clothes
I don't notice how loud I put things
However, being here, I'm falling, but gradually
Can I feel the breeze as I pass by
Istukanov, for whom there is no concept of "the connection of films with life"
Among one-year-olds blue, so do not want to be forgotten
I do not dry my shoes, such worries seem like dust to me
I write in the margins, not at all obsolete
I see in the dark and in the light, my apogee will be secretive
The day will come, and flourish, ideas will be fruitful
In the meantime, there is only cold in the soul, be at least full of anything

The food was delicious until it mixed with the floor
I ate once, then I sit dejectedly, again chilly from something
Can I buy, despite the price, it’s already scary for me to remember
Well, at least there is glucose, it gradually becomes tasty and cheap
A fool doesn't hold money
Offenders want to show courage
Life is boring, they stare at bags
Seen often, blindness beckons
Who has a maid for food
I wear socks standing up
Found a solution, pupils narrowed
If anyone does not sleep, then the dead, and
In a hurry, I think on the go
I buy cheap pens, green notebooks
I'm not dumb, don't need a lot of pasta
I'm 19, but the year was 18
While the tadpoles rub their elbows
Someone experiences cognitive ease
My saga is a flask, I am a rap geologist
I'm underweight, but my stock is long
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