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< Sergei Anchutkin



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information In vanishingly short term
Here's my personal recipe for madness
From a density of thought is the same proc
As from complete thoughtlessness ...
Sounds, letters, meaning, paintings
And nevyskazyvaemaya are
Entwined in a complex web,
What it is not something that does not break -
Do not even stretch ...
It feels like my head -
This is a cup, or a small volume,
Who said vycherpnut sea,
And do it all at once ...
Thoughts - like fire heaven
Fall ...
Swift as room light.
And at such speeds, as is known,
Time is simply no!
And when every second is equal to the age,
Once under this
bombing You're sitting in the position of a man,
Who eats soup spoon leaky
You can quickly move the hands
And not all of the holes have time to pour
And it is possible - to drop to the plate lips
And give the soup just happen to you ...