Overkill (08:54:23 4/08/2008)
The preamble.
Yesterday, in the rain, a wet pigeon flew to me on the balcony. Well, hole, I think let it dry up. Then he decided to take a picture of him and when the phone turned on him, he fell away.

The Ambulance.
An hour ago, the devil came back. I opened the balcony door to see where he was sitting there, and he, with an overwhelmingly important view, walked past me into the house, flew up on Daddy’s shirt (he hangs on his shoulders) and sits there, ready to sleep... Ohhhhhhhhhh! It is a city bird!

Micheal (08:55:22 4/08/2008)
The GGG)))

Overkill (08:56:49 4/08/2008)
And this morning I flew to the balcony door and began to knock a clove into it "type release" I opened the door and he broke down. Fuck, what if he decides what I can do? I’m fucking... o_o