I couldn't care less.
В седьмой, наверное, раз, создал себе аккаунт на love.mail.ru. Не знаю, чего от него ждать, любви или мыла.
Кстати, неплохой маркетинговый ход - сервак длля геев love.male.ru.
Я даже по сети познакомиться не в состоянии. Каждую зиму я не в состоянии познакомиться по сети. И каждое лето. А между этими припадками - институт, какая-нибудь работа, дополнительные проблемы.
Я надоел даже сам себе.
Кстати, неплохой маркетинговый ход - сервак длля геев love.male.ru.
Я даже по сети познакомиться не в состоянии. Каждую зиму я не в состоянии познакомиться по сети. И каждое лето. А между этими припадками - институт, какая-нибудь работа, дополнительные проблемы.
Я надоел даже сам себе.
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god,
Wandering,wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars,
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate
broken glass thing. Dangling round your neck.
Holy macaroni. No joke. Strictly lies.
"It's allright, it's no lie.
It's only being useless for today".
Freezing my eyelids off.
but now the soft light of candel is scattering on my shoulder.you want girls,pills,grass?c'mon.give me some death.i'm sick of doubt.silvery stream,silvery scream..i want roses in my garden.soft driven slow and mad like some new language
we could plan a murder or start a religion
no eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
I want girls/pills/grass not. I want to feel I, like, really want something. Strong enogh to make it happen. It's anaesthesia psychica dolorosa otherwise.
"It's in the water baby,
It's in the pills that bring you down".
I'd prefer starting a religion, though.
Like, I want to outfuck it all now and go mow the grass.
Yeah, I'll leave your roses unharmed. Unarmed. You bet.
turn off the lights
oooh when heroin is in my blood
oooh and then this blood is in my head
then thank god that i'm as good as dead
then thank your god that i'm not aware
and thank god that i just don't care
and i guess i just don't know
and I guess I just don't know
and I guess I just don't know
'cause it makes me feel like i'm a man
when i put a spike into my vein
and i'll tell ya,things aren't quite the same
when i'm rushing on my run
and i feel just like jesus' son
and i guess that i just don't know
and i guess that i just don't know
ыщыщыщыщыщ
you're crying tragic waste of skin.
I'm well aware of how it aches
and you still won't let me in"
i really don't care anymore
about all the Jim-Jim's in this town
and all the politicians makin' crazy sounds
and everybody puttin' everybody else down
and all the dead bodies piled up in mounds
heroin, it's my wife and it's my life
because a mainer to my vein
leads to a center in my head
and then i'm better off and dead
because when the smack begins to flow
i really don't care anymore