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.

Whatever Happened To Wanakee

aggeliko @ 2010-06-09T03: 36:00

Wick-Zoe my very first closest friend, once told me: "Do not calm down."
And I try.

Can I Drink Tea While Fasting For Bloo

about another summer

smell of lotion for a deep cleansing of face Clean & Clear is very clearly associated with Peter in the summer of 2006. Then we Volodya (and some time with Julia and Oleg) lived with Martha in the crown, I was empty and evil, but transparent. Outwardly, I was most confident in myself, internally - no way. Many who are rude, rude to Julia, it seems, went to some lunapank in absolute power (though now it seems to me that all this because we are with Oleg at the time broke up three months ago, and here we go for the weekend, haha, four of them - well, I was felled). We went by car around the city, went in some stupid coffee shop (one of them, Belinsky, my first time in my life like coffee - it was with a bunch of honey and some spices), listened to Manson and Julia Idlis. Once drove the girls to rowing, and suddenly bought beer and some anchovies and drove overnight to Kronstadt. It's inhumanly perfect - from the road the dam (Water Tanks at Sukhumi), with some totally cosmic structures on the sides, through which it holds, and ending with a park around the Sea cathedral, though from another world. Were still in Vyborg and Mon Repos, and that's all I also somehow remember it well. One side of the street has been restored and is smooth, the second - chipped, with broken glass. Night in a hotel listening to "The Scarlet Flower" Shura Karetny. Around the same time I painted in purple (oh yes, to eliminate the consequences disaster ), and then the rest of the summer paint slowly washed down, becoming pale pink in October ... Returned to Moscow. Volodya was reading the text "the narrator," when they put the "Twelve" at the Kuznetsk. Rented a room at Bolshakov. Again ran into Peter. I wanted everything to be fine, but my anger was more than I do. I miss sometimes to time . It was silly, but charming in his madness. And forgive me all who have experienced it for yourself. Thank you, and especially you.