Theme on the formula "Your worst dream"
by Pashenka:
by Dacia. My dog (I don’t have a dog) held a nail-crawler in his teeth and ordered apples to fall from the trees. Then we talked with her about the arrangement of the universe, that the next time you need to leave a trap in the universe so that you can see the landscapes of other planets. That our universe is actually one tiny point in the next and that matter will just gain volume in the next universe, which will cause an explosion as all matter will be concentrated at one point.
It rained and a man of lithium ran past us. He was burning and shouted terribly, "Suka go here on" and moved his hands messy, touching the healthy crystals of salt that grew instead of urticaria. Every time the crystal was dissolved, it was very long issuing the loud "trrrrrrrr-rr".

In the morning, I found out that all night some drunk mu'aki wore under the windows, cyclists came and removed them.
Guys, I’m like no complaints, thank you for silencing these, but please use silencers (at least at night). You are better than these...