| someone woke up at night and started singing desperatly silent
about hairmass pushed out of the head pores, about walls pushing in
If it wheren't Soviet Union,- he finnaly screamed,- I could be a fagot full of money with chineese driver, opening the door of my longestbiggestfattest car...
the same minute i fell asleep and through my own visions i saw hairy insidings of Rolce Royce and chineese walls with skinpores, Soviet fagots and drivers..........................................................................
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