I sit down in the morning, I eat breakfast, and I remember that at night, already in the middle of my sleep, I was illuminated by a muse and I wrote some beautiful poem, I even remember that I got up and recorded.
xxx: trying to understand whether I dreamed or not, I go to the table, and there is a real paper with a four-piece! I’ve been reading, I’ve been reading for half a day now. :)
Quote me, not Tom!
xxx: he himself asked, in compliance with the authorship:
The xxx:
I was driving with the shit.
The track has been long gone.
Direct route to our house.
What shall we do?
The Hippodrom!! to
In my dream I felt like I was a new Lermontov :)
Yyy: Dima, it’s shit, we have the whole office under the table, why are you like that?! )))))))))))0