Author of quotes: Dima Birds

You shove your arguments deep in your ass.
Here's freedom of speech. Here's democracy:
Say what you want. But only at home. And only in a whisper.

Believe me, I've changed.
Even too.

Not received parcel?
Not received, I guess.
And letters.
Good letters, sloppy handwriting.
I sent you the bright stars to envelopes.
They apparently got lost in the mail.

Not to lie this time.
Well.
To be honest.
Smoke.
And Drink.

Time does not tolerate the weak.

I'll call you necessarily.
In a year or a century.

It saddens me to think that your love is not love at all,
But only my overactive imagination.

In the galleries hang
Dead batteries for dead.
Your heart - the Icarus.
But have you become something more
What is the profile in the VC.
Something more than the circuit.
The inscription on the stone leads to the monastery
But no book will never teach you
It can be simple.

You can get
Winter wear a jacket,
Ride the hare,
To be born and to die.
You can get
Not to be, and to seem
And say "I'm glad to see you"
People who are not happy.

I've heard that "love".
Thank you. It is not necessary.

The warmest, the lightest.
In the ballot box.
The capillaries were torn as silk.
I really wanted to see you die.
And that at your funeral no one came.
Autumn fires under the feet and slush.
Cold hands and a lot of coffee at the pier.
Up the phone I cried for a long time.
And I'm sorry that the tears you were dedicated.
Do you hear?
Tell someone else about friendship fable.
I understand.
You don't know me.
On the shoulder once.
Handshake once.
***ing Wake up.
You it's time to change something.
Really?
In writing.
In the oral.
Tell thousands of his fans how bad you feel.
They believe.
They sympathize.
Only I already.
Too painful.
And too ***.
Know
Is capillaries inside was torn as silk.
The warmest, the lightest.
In the ballot box.
At your funeral, nobody came.
Because you're dead.
Just inside of me.
You died.

Have you seen how dead whales?
Their sad eyes the color of ebony?
As deeper they fall to the bottom of the ocean vast.
Why are you okay?
Answer why do you not hurt?
You're drinking whale tears.
Right in the kitchen.
Straight from the tap.
You've added them to tea.
You're with them boiled buckwheat.
Thought
too salty by accident.
Whales die in the evening.
The time for warm sunset rays.
You to University.
Or home.
Or children to take to nursery.
You're life is twisted, business all important.
Say callously kill whales.
They say they have very tasty meat.
I have not tried.
And I do not advise.
Although it's strictly yours.
Here it goes to the bottom.
His life flashed completely.
For us it's just a creature with fins, not more.
Have you seen how dead whales?
No?
And not worth it.
They are very painful.