to this:

Lord, you will not believe.
What shit we live, I have.
in the solar system, because every
In winter, under the snow, the wires are broken, I warm
Twenty fucking eight kilometers
From Moscow, I can’t freeze my house.
Batteries run out, this is the generator.
It works, there is no, there is a solar
On the street minus thirty.
You sit in the oven, the cats next to you.
The woods rub and you think what there is.
Four JI, what a hub with these
Intellectual Conversations
This will either go out there or not.
How to treat her, not yourself.
You are worried, the most interesting thing about these.
Cats as they stay overnight.
When you cling to the oven, you wake up in the morning.
My first thought, as always, is why I am like that.
Why I don’t have a wife.
The second is to go to the toilet and see.
What about the generator, what about the stove, what about the
cats and then think of what
and breakfast.

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