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He Slept and Saw a Chair

Сборник рассказов / Сюрреализм, Другое
Сборник миниатюр на англ. языке.
Объем: 0.108 а.л.

Flower Shop  

 

Feast day of the cat had to change his clothes on fire, has decided to put the candle on the table on the key. There was spontaneously broken, his mother died. And today is the day of love, which goes gray mechanical chair. There will be a difference. about love. The wall, which is enclosed in love!  

 

Datura  

 

World's anonymous when she is dancing a waltz. Jack candle! I got it. Remember. Pass. And running through the flowers, you're going to make, but I miss the words unchecked, they come after a thousand nights, bright, breaking words into the empty pores: Good. Although well. Give more. Again, exercise, go to forget, and you will know the outline of faceless masks... ice cream.  

 

Angel in Sin  

 

I say in so many words, but the home yebhanoyi doors, windows, dozens of houses were sparks do not understand. Koi hundred words have not participated in the celebration of life fly cells move corn Gospels. But as soon as the thoughts of the countries in the past. About the future. God So, smiling. The crowd in a school, you have the capital for a long time, and the curse will pass, and for a long time, I wanted to... but I do. I will chair. I will chair. this. And roses die.  

 

An Old House  

 

Comrade grass stalks remaining in the flower beds, ridges Zu whispers. Far beyond pathetic sensitive empty string twisted words today. I've been in the chair. Home ideas drums storm wing aircraft. Night spot white lace on the ice... he wants to see again.  

 

Vampire Mystery  

 

loudly. They are tears snake, flowing through me. Sphinx is a lot of laughter in the chest and on the table, and sat down in a trap damn and blast goggles month. Name owl, go, go. Master of horror, but what about the baby's ears stopped crying, and it is very good Lille serious concern has flourished. The little man's guilt has passed a rock, have gone astray under him, breaking windows smashed together, and all her children. What a shame, or flashing words, those dark nights, is passed through the veins of a vampire, and she moaned, lava, Dakar serious Firefly will be forgotten – it is too small chairs. enough. Asked chair. Door, close the door!!  

 

Young Taylor  

 

Be like a pig, the moon go down. He groaned and chair the trail at the door. When she forgot. And then I woke up, it becomes very gates. Pool a wild, authentic life, like a tree with branches that cover more than a pyramid. The stench. Smell.  

 

Lavalossa  

 

Surman. Forward. year. Forget it. black. Fog. Orange. Red. White. black. Shine. Light. fire. Fly fly. Did you forget your creation. Other than Luna, she once again sings about the song. Scotty. meat. blood. Vessel. I sang inside. Vase in the corner. Candle on the wall. for me. Next to me, it's good. That's for sure. If not, then I will sing a star in a wonderful crown. Do you know? wish. Lodi. function. torture. pleasure. fading. Coins. Wavy blue eye spot range. Decoration.  

 

Travium  

 

5. History. Again. The trouble is that I can not burn bridges forget, you forget everything. Path. Haas. love. Dying. And updates. Thanks for bringing her insanity. And, please remember that it was you. I told you about my poetry,. I need it? Love again. its not like this. I hate that. Loss, leave the bottom of the sea. Line block, and then drop a snake forming star. On the wall. Roig. Maple. Blue Opel. Rodina. Dream. I light up like a drop falling short bat hard reality of the corruption of the summer was going. it's a dream. Dark. Everyday life. Distorted faces smile. They whisper... froze. And God, the sound big question.  

 

Samolla  

 

I love. Shadow. Rodina date. He evil artifacts out of the whirlwind, and the rest of the day. I will run through the sewer. Bury me time! sent. Homeland., Gave birth to military Rodina homeland. Remember that they will break into Kazegamune chair. You forget to throw in the lake. False. Cave. Free knowledge. The key to understanding. The fate of the heat in your hands crossing the creatures leave. The soul leaves the poet to finish. I was born a new time! Fall forest trees, new fortune grows. The broom is reflected by the calm water. It is not, it is a fine young man inexperienced. But the severe hail thrown. Cross. Fireworks. Dinner. And spouses die. God. I will give you the answer. God. I would like to give some advice. God brought you

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