Александр Барков
@AlexandreBarkoff
Трубопроводчик, грустчик, воинствующий аутист и дурак широкого профиля
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Блогожанр: "Дописываете ли Вы после того как Вас отвлекли?"
Вопросы, Личное, Мысли вслух
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Блогожанр: «Пишет ли кто-то тут киносценарии?»
Вопросы, Нужна помощь
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Депрессивный министиш
Феварин поддельный Флюанксола нет Арипипризольно В 28 лет
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Swearing in the Night
So silent is here But somebody breaks The rude screamers we are The wild instinct wakes Just we are saying Only rude words Environment praying To pull out the swords And kill Swearing in the Night The men who often say “fuck” The Swearing in the Night The music of mankind’s luck Swearing in the Night We’ll always still alive We’re Swearing in the Night We live the active life Swearing to the rude We always in good mood And our mob is immortal Foul war we meet frontal And start Swearing in the Night The men who always say “fuck” The Swearing in the Night On language of Duffy Duck Swearing in the Night We’re always ready to fight We’re Swearing in the Night We aren’t the Knights of light First pull out string Second pull out string Third pull out string My guitar is damaged So I wanna to fuck this entire world Fourth pull out string Fifth pull out string Sixth pull out string One string left And now – solo! The Swearing in the Night Swearing in the Night Swearing in the Night The men who often say “fuck” The Swearing in the Night We are who hope on fluke Swearing in the Night The language is fuddled us We’re Swearing in the Night The others are just dust The wonderful abuse of mankind Whatever made the world not blind Swearing in the Night The men who often say “fuck” The Swearing in the Night We do not speak the buck Swearing in the Night The language is fuddled us We’re Swearing in the Night The others are just dust
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Post-lullaby
In perfect crowd No place for me There’s too much sound For me to be Laugh is a strike On sadness Life is a hike In madness Sing me a lullaby Out of crowd Not so terribly Not so loud Dark with light And no fight Lovely place For loneliness My bound For madness Is on the ground In shadeness Two sides around Between my hateness And my wound Nil in crowd Nil out crowd For anyone foreign And not the main The world is wrong the world is wild For me - Century Child
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