bones [Theme] Page 6

No one will encompass the stones that nameless plot of land. Better: let the boxes lie those who lived quietly, and bones such as it is, growing trees, singing fruit.

And here already long ago forgotten, mother.
Skull and bones is the head of Adam.

One skin and bones, and brains in the scab.

On my field, who you
Littered with dead bones?

- Here come my guests - I'll leave you bones!
- Do not leave Babusenko.
- Yeah, right! And not leave the bones!

- How could he break my legs falling down the stairs?
- Stairs concrete, stairs are steep... Maybe... Well...
- Yes, but he had 200 fractures! Don't understand. This man has so many fractures that he from the sixth floor fall.
- Uh, on his shoulder he had a bag, he may be on the hammer as it came down..
Well, 1-2 fracture, but not as much! Don't know how to explain it...
And I don't know! You're a doctor.
- ...
- I'm a writer.

If anything, I Unheilig'll be out to eat, and the bones near here and added dropwise. Yes figs with bones, graduation don't sign, that's scary.

This gray land, we have no names. We skeletons, reflecting in the yellow eye.
Our parched and bleached bone right under the skin, our empty eye sockets stare at the hungry crows.
In this Kingdom of the shadows our tin voice scratching like a fly's wing in stationary air.
Our language is the language of Imbeciles, the gibberish of idiots. The root and the vine could say more than we do.