Release of Sounds Part III

** To
lazy Russian idiots, the incentive to work is not a monetary ringing of the dough,
Hurry - the breath of a cold barrel, put to their head®.

Plumber PotapOFF - Return to Strogosprashivtsev's apartments [2] (instruktsyya wife)
Return to the apartment Strogosprashivtsevyh

Starting temp: Tra-la-la - la la la, Tru-la-la - tra-la-la ..

-When the beast , again lure to the call
-It needs to be in place, put it right away, barely,
-The shoe enters the threshold of our hut
-Smear the stsuke with a knee straight like this, Na-ah!
-Get, tricky, "cheer up again" podnochny.

-And with shoe covers in the face, and by the scruff of the parquet
-To feel the dim, noble that light ...
-Polished reflection, games of "edelwax"
-Oh, crybaby burst into tears? There is no time for the roar -It is
necessary to create THINGS, not to whine Vaska.

-From the fact that at that time, he turned his face
back -Saying that first you need to pay in DEZ,
-Now Vasya will not go, with a cuff to the sink
-And so as not to dare, continue to sculpt excuses
-Otherwise, I will punish, I chibi, Slyshish, y'yu (?) ...

-Compressed, in chopped text, bring the problem to the turnip
-What the coarse filter is spinning along the axis
-On the pipe round and round, and like a skin on IT,
-Yes idiot, it doesn't flow, but it will drip again,
-Only the key will touch the nut, the filter housing will wiggle.

-If
you don’t press its body with anything else -Nut with a mesh can’t be removed so easily
-And at the same time, water is drip - drip at the joints
-He should not spin, you understand, you fool
the nut with a grid - then yes, - (!) But do not filter housing '

If it's vsosot conscientiously making
-We consider monkey could teach
-tea speshashtschy bastard would not really drink
- You really believe it, and I ask blah-I-I-I ... - check it out.
- So that we don't have to, for the third time, bastard, again ...

***

***
SUMMERNE

-When Garzue is in flip flops on osphalte
-And poplar fluff, your scent is
hammered , -You can't dream of some kind of Malte
-Dongers full of delicious whores.
-Takeaway, summer is served - here
-Now and here, but not for long ...

-Non-black earth spoil sometimes
-I call to summer, dear, wait,
-Do not drain sand between your fingers
-Pamper the heat of northern handsome men.
-Let it fall after splashing rain
-But we are waiting for warmth and sun from you,
-Be lento, largo, and not presto-in short ...

***

Eroleto -With an

upturned ass and racks of breasts -She
passed a breathtaking breath,
-Slinking in the sun, it is very delightful
-Suddenly to contemplate the waving of delights ...

-Light fabrics with a drawing of panties
-Looks catch frivolous
secrecy , -Summer is amusingly
beyond the control of casual openness.

-You get only what is no more
-What they put you, and allowed ...
-Show paid, erotomaniac
-They pay, but you are full and drunk.

***

It was so cold and quiet in the old basement.
And only drops are heard and two of them breathed.
They don't care that there is a dead city around them.
And already the horizon will be ripped open by the rays of the sun.
They exist only for each other.
It is forgotten that bloodsuckers sometimes feast here.
It doesn't matter that the Burst is on the nose.
They will not be saved from personal, that "illness".
They are two stalkers in love with the Zone and with each other.
And all the stalkers of the district know their history.
He is a warrior of Duty, a brave guy.
A patch on the shoulder - a red-bloody sight.
She's a Liberty girl.
Just try to catch or understand it.
They are from the factions of two warring forever.
Like the well-known family of Capulets and Montagues.
And now a secret date is appointed.
Having come up with excuses for the commanders,
And just before the Ejection they found this basement.
So that the bloodsucker - the owner of the house suddenly was not jealous,

I had to deprive the poor thing of the head.
But such is the Zone - mother, alas.
And only the door was confidently closed,
Everything else, except the important, was forgotten.
They kiss nonstop on the floor.
That Throw had already passed, and it was going towards morning.
E-mails are sent to the PDA, friends are alarmed.
“I don't care,” he says, “After all, I have you.”
They will be there for a long time.
And don't ask how much.
It's so hard for them to meet each other
And I want to walk all my life in the Zone with him by the hand ...

Nice Pussy Cat
-And plunged into a maelstrom uncontrollable
-They forgot the alien world, dangerous ..
-Unexplained by the logic of things ...)

atmaROZ.

Friend

In the Zone, a friend is not an open topic.
Can throw, kill for swag.
Can close the chest from shelling,
Drag the half-dead to the bar.

Can pull out of the "carousel",
Share a cartridge, food ...
Or just shoot at night,
For the sake of your gun behind your back.

Let you look for spillikins together.
Suppose you passed swag together.
What prevents him from taking everything and spitting?
After all, a rifle and an "armored man" are goods ...

***
Bullets crash against the door ...
Beating off the last minor ...
How painful, how painful to the heart ...
Damn the mutant controller ... I

cock the trigger. The last moments ...
The hand is trembling ... You cannot be saved ...
Well, that's all, all doubts
will be removed ... After all, you are not you, listen, Max, forgive me ...

Nice Pussy Cat


GSC Game World ...

-In the Zone, a lot of things are not disclosed
-It remains to think out for them,
-And sit at the broken trough
-And weave an unweaved thread ... (

Shabby Makarov, camouflage and ankle boots -
This is what our brother really appreciates.
It’s not my mind that moves me, my heart is to blame.
And the plans do not include return from the Zone.

I lie at the post all in the mud on my belly.
The soldiers opened fire.
A stray bullet in Andryukha's chest
Hit, hear, Red, a prayer!

- Let the new partner survive,
Mutants have enough food!
The bush swayed in response.
Here is the devil! Caused trouble.

You can't help Andryukha.
Oh, sorry not to have time to bury!
After all, you cannot cope with a mutant,
And you have to save your ass.

A week passes.
- That's enough, enough!
All this danger, shooting, hemorrhoids.
I rush to the big earth tired.
I will get bored and go home again.

Toy danger zone.
Have fun - pay in full!
She will call the creditor, She will
not easily let go!

-Frost and the sun is a wonderful day
-When it's cozy in the house - but,
-When it's cool, then it
's not so interesting ...

-My house is my fortress, so I
-Warm with the comfort of a strebuya,
-Have you heard the communal ?!
-All that was not given.

-You have been spoiled with patience, alas
-This sad fact has long been indisputable,
-But presenting an invoice for payment
-Mind that if I am dissatisfied
-As with those officers - no, it won't work with us ...

Members *

-Deeply farting, the opponent retreats in a
jerk -Or cunningly hid, hoarding evil in response,
-With this dilemma, puzzled sadness
-The protagonist drank borscht with glycine.
- Bile seethed, nodules squeaked - how long?
-It will be here, the field-battle-more ... -Who did
you ask, weirdo? - your white fluffy fur stroking -
Tousled with whims, pleasures and those who eat & yuzgayet.

***

Author: CapsLock

Only the voice of death is in my fate.
The time of friendship and honor has passed.
The meaning of love is getting weaker,
More and more rot, anger, revenge.

Until now, I have owned rock,
but in the Zone it's the opposite.
Hanging with an invisible reproach, the
blood of a friend on his hands is oppressive.

It seemed to everyone that we were like brothers,
but chance showed its face to us.
In the shade of the damp forest of the dress, a
bright glare of money has quarreled.

Since then I have lived in the darkness of doubt ...
The Zone washed us with blood.
Gone are the ups - the hour of the falls.
In my fate there is only a voice of death.

PlayGround

-PlayGround is the best site, he said
sternly upon entering -A confessing at his leisure: -I love to sit on the Pug, -It is
as if you lower your ass into a soft chair
-In a comfortable, with comfort, -and quessed out ...

URNA SMASHOK - The cigarette
butt is thrown like a die
- In which tails and
heads - They promised an equal sentence -
Sizzling doubts -
Your ridiculous bastion.

-Which you mentally built
-Hoping - it will cost again
-However, no, it didn’t do it
-There began to scurry
about -And now, it decayed into dust. -It is

not able to resist
-Processes of fiery captivity
-Burning from within
-Her malleable womb
-How is this result predictable ...

***

suddenly another star went out
and the clock beat off the edge of the era,
takes away the memory of smells and sounds,
but its light will freeze forever

In what place
will someone tell me to thrust a rapier ?
Legislative satire
And executive fuss

I've seen enough. Really enough;
Not a priest, a rabbi, a mullah, a curé,
To a girl in a scarf and a dress
Try to hide de-jure.

I don’t monitor the TV,
I don’t dance Caucasian dances,
I’m not gay, not a slanderer, but my visor. I
'm in a hurry to lower my shame.

Prohibitions by the careless hand
A little bit, a bunch, an armful, a handful,
Funny, ineffective, crippled ...
What an absurdity! What anger!
___ The
country cannot catch up with progress
And this is not a cliché.
As long as there is a whip, as long as there is a reins The
cart cannot get a Porsche.

The table shivered in the distance -
The mosquitoes bitten, The
wind shook the corpse on stilts,
Burning the eye of spring,
Yes - the titmouse cuckoo,
Having plunged into red,
And the hedgehog trough
Overflowed with sweets.

The bird
woke up the ancient stench with its song
That, with the head bowed,
Began to pass quickly,
Each stone with each tree
sang a gloomy song,
And the forester asked at the house -
"Do mushrooms have a limit?"
(My)

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= Momentary moments =

-Has long been the first day of spring?
-You see ...
-And you already see summer dreams
-And hate ...

-And you love, and you bow to the Motherland for
-What you were born,
-In the land, where autumn is eternal, interspersed with summer and winter,
-In which the south happened again.
-How long?

2016