Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night.
Angels and beatniks was built the ancient heavenly connection with the starry generator in the machinery of the night.
(Angelic rebels crave a close relationship with Dynamo powered starry nights...)
- The villager, do you have a grandmother?
- No.
- So you're an orphan. Pod syudy. Want a big, but pure love?
- Well, who doesn't?
- Then after dark, into the loft. Coming?
- Why not? Will come. Just so You come. And that there sir is also called, and after scared.
- She's not one coming. She come from a blacksmith.
- What is a blacksmith?
- Uncle of mine, Stepan Stepanovich. He is like a father to me - our blacksmith.
- Why do we need a blacksmith? No, we do not need a blacksmith. I'm a horse or something? Why do we need a blacksmith?
- To bless. You will desire offer to do?
- So, is free... Go, I don't see play.
- And I know how to do it. Want, I will fulfil for you any? I know. Here make what you want.
- Beer would be.
- Well, seriously?
Whiskey. Chivas. 30 years of aging.
