Ronya-tox - As a child, Ronya, like all normal boys, was toxic and was crazy about fairy tales coming from glue fumes.

(c) Ironman'999



                      R O N I - T O K S
             


                                              The storyteller is crying about
                                       Ironman's meager childhood
                                                             ...



    As a child, Ronya, like all normal boys, was toxic and
I was crazy about fairy tales (coming from glue fumes). The infatuation lasted
about 2 years. And he almost became paranoid (if he didn’t).
In general, he’d better tell you about it himself...



    I love glue, I mean I loved it. He was like God to me
unclear. Our classes took place every day for 2 years. Instead of
school in the morning, we collected monks (whoever rang how many times),
bought 2-3-4-5-6 tubes of glue and hung out at a construction site or in
square.  Sometimes, or most often, we didn’t have enough and we chipped in
on the fingers.  The one who remained went for a nickel to pinch
Granny another tube of glue.   Fairy tales were so
addictive and interesting that you didn’t want to part with
in a plastic bag for 6-12 hours. I came home from school
only at 9-10 pm and received in TABL0. But for me it's then
it was worth it.



    In a state of communication with glue vapors, one could seeand
hear everything (what the soul desires and does not desire). Once with one
AKA Fool - To some extent, in the park, we sailed into the clouds and barely
sailed back. He saw the soul of his late dad there and screamed
very much ~Dad, Dad!~

    The weather was cloudy, there were a lot of clouds and it was raining. We are in the sky
both matured into scary and not-so-eccentrics, and the one who was his
dad, smiled at us and blinked with one eye (like - I’m blinking!
A-Ha-ha!).  The square is of course a good place for fairy tales, and even looking
in the sand one could not see a large number of images, icons,
little men... But soon we realized that the blessed
The setting for the visions was DARKNESS... In the dark (friend
youth) - you get lost about where you are and just float into the WORLD
OTHER.



    This is probably surprising, but you could see and find out everything
whatever you want. It's like God hands it to you on a silver platter. Fool
Tolik, watched films there, practiced magic (black), marveling
darkened by various tombs, large spiders... I just
traveled through an oasis of the past, communicated with spirits or even
some kind of parallel life.  Sometimes my friend and I had to
see the same thing.  Nevermind :) the same pavilion, on
which had a lot of advertising - Camel, Coca Cola, and of course Tom &
Jerry.



    I also loved looking at the walls and wandering aroundevenings
electro music, club and non-club.  Only out of spite
For some reason there were problems with the sound. Apparently that Hi-power that
I was playing all this, didn’t know and didn’t care about my hearing, or
I just didn’t want to dazzle me with the coolness of its sound. I
somehow turned to a friend and wanted to ask for a cigarette, but he
half a head like TNT2. I got very scared and turned back.

    On the walls (or on the screens) on which the visions were taking place, the
reflected a terrible picture, reminiscent of the devil's hospital, where
he had fun on human bodies as best he could. I inserted new ones into them
teeth, poured new blood into them (some kind of yellow). And then he doesn’t tell me
with kind thoughts he said that :( you better move away from here,
because your soul is angelic and belongs to God, but your friend
I'll probably take it for examination.



    Then I heard the milling roar of an electric scalpel, I dropped everything
their bags and ran away...