Happy Worms - “Everything, everything mixed together - events, faces, letters, numbers”...

FUNNY WORMS

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│ Everything, everything mixed together - events, faces, letters, numbers, │
│ addresses.  The correct word to say is not “ecstasy”, it should sound like │
│ "agony"... │
│ Revival implies first of all │
│ oscillatory movement, but not a reversibility process │
│ the dead, was an integral part of the holiday atmosphere │
│ instant death, although it can be assumed that it is eternal │
│ life.  When did the devouring of illegitimate children end at │
│ with the help of a knife of embryos, the tubes into which rang at three │
The troubadours hummed in their throats.  Traffic jams!  Metal plugs │
│ to shove it down the throats of the chosen ones - to shut up the damned bell-ringers, │
│ competing in their own mediocrity. They died without │
│ this. Sit tibi terra levis... │
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│ The professionalism of individual musicians was admirable, │
│ but more mundane melodies often excited │
│ the interest of common people is much greater.   Traditional │
│ they often tried to replace tools with more advanced ones, but │
│ every time zeal ended in hitting the wall of the universal │
│ indifference,although it is quite possible that there was some │
│ transcendental barrier in perception.                        │
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│ At least the painters didn’t make so much noise. But also │
│ were beaten.                                              │
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│ Once upon a time you could meet traders who were ready for │
│ a moderate fee to work miracles, but now they were so │
│ rare that a representative of this would appear suddenly │
│ an interesting tribe, he would have been imperceptibly crucified on stage, │
│ decorated with hairy spiders and the same swift ones │
│ businessmen offering all sorts of outlandish things │
│ inventions, and ordinary charlatans were also posted │
│ there in parts.                                              │
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│ For the most part, society was subject to both psychosis and │
│ depression - in a word, madness and experiments with │
│ the recipe was in order, but things were probably in disarray. │
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│ The limb of a half-decayed wolf or man │
│ tries to depict a gesture of copulation in English, │
│ with the whole world at once, having crazy funcrowd with their own │
│ entrails, perfectly preserved thanks to │
│ a popular substance here, but they smelled of rottenness and some │
│ the same diseases. Damn it, he died a long time ago, but │
│ people’s memory does not allow the animal to die from fighting │
│ good and evil.                                              │
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│ An eternal smile on your face and cutlery in your hand. │
│ The aluminum bib on the wooden neck glitters │
│ the last letters of the Latin alphabet. Prophet in long │
│ the cloak walked off the stage, spewing curses and annoyed │
│ handing over part of his brain to the ogre in leather armor, │
│ flowing from a wound from a well-thrown rotten brick; from │
│ the cannibal did not miss this certainly high-quality brain │
│ bite off a fair portion, provoking the wrath of moralists and │
│ foreign policy contradictions, although I had to │
│ sacrifice the bombast of tragedy and apathy │
│ fabrications - however, his speeches were no less interesting.       │
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│ A young man in a tacky suit finished his absinthe │
│ straight from the neck of a bottle and hitting someone excessively │
│ ambitious type with the aforementioned bottle on the head with │
│ cut with laughterwith a piece of glass on his vein - how odiously he could │
│ expose lack of talent.  But he casually disappeared, leaving behind │
│ the dissonant sounds of French words and the most touching │
│ an apology that shocked the peasants for a few seconds.        │
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│ The tediousness of individual local representatives │
│ humanity was often annoyed - but everyone liked it, at least │
│ because of its consistency.  Rarely did anyone think about the similarities │
│ meanings, repetitions of space, perishing in laudatory │
│ exclamations of the body - the emptiness and meaninglessness of creation, │
│ automaticity of the conveyor and muddy words - but no one already │
│ will not come to unfold the panorama of the tragedy.                  │
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│ The moans of the whore copulating also attracted attention │
│ with anyone every week, although, make no mistake, │
│ sometimes less often. Accustomed to not believing anything, the public does not │
│ decided to use phallic │
│ devices, but she did not at all disdain to masturbate, │
│ although the most active copulator claimed that │
│ copulation is impossible in principle, based on the universal │
│ female frigidity and male incompetence; brought │
│ people are delighted with their harmonious theories.The other one │
│ the crowd favorite was an intellectual of the new wave, │
│ who tried to comprehend space and with manic │
│ persistence to combine it into a single whole with the stupidest │
│ human coitus; sociological research on his │
│ the methodology was also of interest.                         │
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│ Of course, lovers of exoticism and unconventional communication │
│ could always find a very loving interlocutor, │
│ loud and with original colors.                       │
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│ All this was observed by those who were inaccessible in their anonymity │
│ lemars and torots and vomited on the drunken heads of the masses │
│ psychoactive feces.                                      │
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│ I was watching all this cute fuss from the window of the coffin, │
│ surrounded by a warm company of cheerful worms - they me │
│ loved these worms very much. It would seem like a vile animal - │
│ heartRk.  Vile, but cunning and certainly with a sense of humor │
│ - worms adore people to the point of insanity; just human │
│ the family, as often happens, got God knows what into their heads.  │
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