Настя

I turned the vase ... I almost threw up again , they immediately on the snout , due to spasm , pain, eye strain , it was so pathetic , stiff , dirty. Me among those pleasures is dangerous, pure plaster close up eyes hastily ... I fucked all these cheap fable ! Than not to see , hear , what can be more beautiful ? But I went away from their passions , probably not that suit their epostasii forgot in his caste , whereas in others only see nobody wanted handwriting swastika ... And I remember this girl other than the one that trembled played different colors body burned virgin fault. And that is now with Nastya , with her ​​passion ? The eyes were gone, grated depression sadness and sorrow tore to pieces and brains were silent. In the clubs bar smoke , drunk pretty much ran down her cheeks black mascara .
Sergey , Seryozhenka whether friend , or husband , what is there about the feeling , uh, Yeah , the wine has been swallowed and empty wilderness . Nastyusha well as eat of the best out there won a menu then!
And there jammed vodka palevnuyu not just Kayani , were driven into the chairs piled up in the depths of consciousness , stank drama did not help holey frame , complemented with walls din fusion ladies shuffling glasses , romance vytsvevshey shawls , blind views, oozing pus of charm it was close , eyes in circles , what a shame ? Kill her drunken whores ! Idle thoughts , idle gossip , endless Mass fed dinner , pictures are blurred , drinking containers , as if the fate of broken glasses , but poured on the new hotly .
Wine sear the old , I was already thinking crazy or what? Did not heed the pain in his eyes , the eyes of a hair is not looking pricked ... That spring, cut off both legs Uncle Kolya ... She looked at her mother on the ceiling , swallowed com , then cried , then sped away , sailed away with dreams and an umbrella , left full of sadness small old house . Tears were erased before it is impossible to dust , his eyes captivated for a moment and closed forget to stir as you can not live, I saw veins , as played cheekbones. Fuck , but it still lived !
And this bitch I remember some other thoughts , phrases , the meaning of what has been said , now she was facing me, but my back , and that it is now with Nastya , that in adversity ? Sliced ​​wrist leaky veins , ampoules blind luck , the aura faded long since burned bridges fires are different, the place is dirty . Trembling chin buried in my shoulder , I mean it's nothing to do with , nothing ... She has bestowed warm hands beat on the table , shouting that the fool , but it was not that. Gave birth at dusk sobs , breathing heavily deprived me to show myself severe type. But I think as the enemy was wild , and only when sipped cognac for a moment I went limp and wilted ...
I was just sorry , I'm sorry ... Tu komunalku dump Uncle Colin rocking chair , eyes three- Misha , they dumb question from birth heard and gave birth to a lot of tears . Sorry letter to his brother , dressed in camouflage, letters without a destination floor sorry , sorry house , sorry that appended and closed dolistan and buried , and behind the scenes dull Nastin view ...
The air is fresh sober ... But I'm not drinking it really flew gray shrapnel from four sides threatened to crush . I met Peron to pursue ...