My Wifes First Lesbian

aggeliko @ 2010-07-03T00: 58:00

I thought that this year there are two things which I certainly am proud of. They are:

a) book Martini Gold Collection. There I disagree, perhaps, only with one photo - one that of a tsunami. That's all the same frame with running people on the background of houses, and when a huge wave behind the houses did not immediately notice it seems to me stronger.
(Photo steal at Eric with FB).


b) my course work this year, my favorite supervisor (Which she liked and who is surprised that I was not thinking about graduate school).


I am writing this in the fight against low self-esteem and laziness, as well as the growing misanthropy and introversion.
And still today I tried to make the paper. If something does come out - will show the result.
And yet here it is: http://www.kulichki.com/moshkow/KIDS/LEJKIN/lejkin.txt - wonderful. Here's how, how the hell, I might not be low self-esteem after that? Then through the Wikipedia has found one of the actors and immediately added to friends. zelchenko He was a philologist, he really wrote that he is interested - about any okololiteraturnom , and it's great. His poems in the book Leikin - The most spectacular, strange and beautiful. For example, is:

Music has become our curse,
Youth - fate.
So lived and apparently even used.
However, after a quarter of the year
(Yes, it was just
the day when he fell in September,
And with signs, "oil"
fell off the central character),
So, on that day
Music is our fate,
Youth - a curse.
We were afraid to go outside,
We burned the phones,
We vyzubrili our poetry
to the last line,
And all five items, including carbon paper,
sewn into the stuffed rabbit,
win the lottery
Tom three years ago.
Time passed.
zazhurchal snow and collapsed.
the days get shorter, the nights even shorter,
And once
Music has become of our youth,
fate - curse.
Oh, it was unbearable!
Since then we have the whole night not extinguish the light,
To see again, because again, we were afraid.
Since then, I suddenly realized that I hate -
God knows why -
smell of tea, the president of Ethiopia
and the letter A.
However, in one of the last days,
approached at random in the middle of an early morning
Go to the frozen night window
(It was in that year,
When he died President of Ethiopia,
Tea shops disappeared,
letter A abolished,
sign "Deli" crumbled,
like a ripe pear,
A stuffed rabbit, jumping off the mantelpiece,
Razgryzlo leg of a chair),
So, going to the window,
We told each other:
- How noble one,
Who can say when a flash of lightning:
"Here it is, our life!"
And then do not say a word.
was quiet.
stuffed hare asleep, burrowed in the pillows,
hours showed seventeen minutes of the sixth,
then eighteen.
That day was the curse of our youth,
fate has become our curse
Youth was our destiny,
And our music is not.

At the time of writing, Seva Zelchenko - 12 years, mind you.
Hi, quarter life crisis.