Man Week Thursday

< Inguri



Earlier this week, he said Friday evening.
A kind of rebellion against the values ​​of the middle class - to merge with vodka saves deceive the masses:
bar, disco, Tanya Angela bed.
They tried with him about the intricacies of life needlessly,
He pinched them in the ass.
He was simply no difference,
what she thinks there - he did not even see the face
one that props up the table with his elbows,
passionately, sobbing, until the end ...

With each of them, he survived an eternity - between the way she wakes up in the morning
and collecting things retracts,
Casual, finally, blithely
throwing empty - "Call» ...
This call never happened
and strumming in my head all
Saturday tart fresh shade of guilt.
Night. Sunday. Tomorrow - work

. Gray Monday it will inevitably put,
a portion of the bile in the weekly menu,
Service as a bitter inside, and subcutaneous - injection of coffee on the way to the working day
. Automatic life of all scribbles:
he did not understand who he is, why, why - how eagerly Wednesday ate little waffle
Tuesday. And intoxicating Thursday he was prone to acute
propensity to forgive rapidly.
Once carried away,
He forgave himself;
And it finished
exist.