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Addiction is not just for bad people or scumbags - it is a universal disease.

Most importantly, say no to drugs. If they are not in my recipe.

Tomorrow you have an important event - the RAID on the drug.
RAID addicts?
Yes.
- In Barvikha?
Yes.
- Us to them security will not be allowed.

We flew once smuggled drugs from Tajikistan
Only once the window past us, flying "Zaporozhets" that filthy!
All of course sexualis, immediately shouted "ATAS!"
Drugs podstavili and flushed down the toilet!
It's Batman, pure specifically, it's Batman! It's Batman freaking Batman!
- Specifically, it's Batman! You understand, like, this Batman. Gad I will! You understand, it's Batman.
- Yeah, I saw that Batman!

The clock struck forty times,
Cuckoo yelled into the pipe.
We MCPFE Vienna every hour
Though I saw it in a coffin.
Who is there noise in the dense forest.
Perhaps the devil was up long ago.
I'll sharpen his scythe
Though I must admit, anyway.
Between my eyes a bull,
Leaving the Indian sign.
Close the door and lock
And pick up the syringe of red poppy.

Her ***ut everything and nothing ***em,
Dose any take in the mouth.

- And if you understand?
- No options! ... Listen, You're a pharmacist, I ... a drug Addict. Trust me.

- How do you live with these gays?
- They're not gay.
- Some gay!
- If I don't kiss and hug. When mom died, they took me in. They are good.
- Your mother died?
Yes, she died in a car accident. Everybody says this, But it's not true. She... took drugs. A lot of drugs. And one day... she had an overdose.
You're lying! Can't be!
I swear to you.

My legs broken, my back is weak
Those words got whispered, those words meant nothing
Someone peel the skin. from the back of my neck
It's time to get up now, it's time to go
Everything I touch, it rots away
I can build a life out of this cures
The use wears off, like drying blood
My flesh is healthy, I can survive.
My legs are broken, and the neck relaxed.
Someone whispered to me these words, but they mean nothing.
Someone peels my skin right off my back.
It's time to get up, it was time to leave.
Everything I touch, it rots.
I can build my life thanks to these medications.
These medications are so easy, one gets the feeling that freezes my blood.
My flesh is healed, I can survive on.


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In God we trust and we come with drugs - and with the motto that the masses swallow the medication
And the thrill of hammering a nail in the attic, as the final shovel was shipped to van Basten.
And the darkness did not initially seem like scum, and even somewhat distant, beautiful,
But well so far too easy to accidentally gap in it.

He had the syringe in my hand, but he's not a doctor
And he sees himself crucified on the door
He is doomed as a military trumpeter,
He's just a fan of liquid three.

Addicts always go on the red line, but the survival instinct does not allow them to consciously cross it.

Unlike fans of sex addicts only in that the drug is produced by the body.

I was drinking... But that's me: standing a bit to drink, and if offered cocaine, it seem a great idea... And one day the idea still seems cool: then I crawl across the carpet in search of stray pellets... After some time I began to understand that lost control. I started to hate myself.