Book: Videoты, or The Chicks. Two years later. Page 1

I was in the worst and first is not peculiar to my situation: I know what will happen with me tomorrow.

Never let me go. Please. You don't even predstavlyaesh how long to me is a state of melancholy indifference to everything. I'm tired. I'm afraid to admit that only doing it to run away from all at once. As well as you. Each of us hopes to use to yourself. And suddenly, this point you and I have one? Tell me, is it possible? At least lie to me will be easier. I know that somewhere there's a place where someone was waiting for me.

One question: why?
- For it to hurt.
- Who? Me? Her?
- Not me alone.

What to do, so in such a blatant time we live in. Women emailout orgasm, the male compliments.

I'm sitting completely naked on the floor of his apartment and eat noodles "Rollton" from a cardboard Cup. Not because hungry, but because ***. Me practically nothing annoying. Almost - because in half an hour I will kill a bottle of whiskey and go to bed.

... and each of your meeting as the next match. Where carpet bombing barbs all day, and the truce and the exchange of the wounded - only night.

And you just sit on the floor and from time to time swallows - either whiskey, or tears, or God knows what.

- You've thrown?
- No.
- Then I'll be the first. But first I'll strangle you. With the body part easier.

You hide behind redoubts meaningless phrases, come up with reasons not to continue what has not really started, maintain complete radio silence and in the evening go crazy from the fact that she didn't write.

... everything is so dull, ugly and somehow. pointless or what? Now go home, where I will meet no one, then work - where I will meet all. Then there will be a dinner, or party, or poker game, or just small ***tion. And in all this kind of utter loneliness.

- I had already read her lips.
- You have time. You have no idea how you have time - I say softly.

And I thought about the fact that we are all, in essence, - plasticine people. Once we burned with a lighter, or stepped on the foot, or tore something in the queue. We took form. Melted on one side. All our words, thoughts, actions are defensive in nature. It seems to us that we always want to offend, so we protected for the future. In advance....

Let disco God will punish you! Doom to eternal torment! For example, every morning on your nightstand will be on the new grams of cocaine that does NOT stick!

I don't care who is sleeping with whom, most importantly, with whom I sleep!