Устрой себе праздник / Ustroy sebe prazdnik: Устрой себе праздник

Sometimes hard to believe that such concepts as the wheel, property, state, evolution, universe, superman, Collider. Oh, what are we talking about? Even sexual revolution and marijuana on purpose - all this thought of me.

Chaosman 12.08.09 в 12:41

But even harder to accept that art for money, love of convenience, the war because of oil. Yes, that really there. Death - To stop all this. I thought, too - your brain. Let us know.

brooke 12.08.09 в 09:56

The work of the brain.

brooke 12.08.09 в 09:54

Society tells us: I am your friend. Break your ass for me and I will give thee well, very comfortable seat, but it does not say why it was me in that case you need to.

brooke 12.08.09 в 09:57

Society tells us: I am your friend. Rip your ass off for me and in return I will give thee well, a very comfortable chair. What it doesn't say, is what the hell I need it for, then.

bored 12.08.09 в 17:42

Why? Why nobody never listen to me.
Here, today I've wrote a new song.

nistubdu 12.08.09 в 11:39

How come? How come nobody ever listens to me
Today I've written a new song.

mindgame 12.08.09 в 20:49

If you were with me
I would have jumped out of the chest.
And a light up this world in the night.

nistubdu 12.08.09 в 11:40

You put me on the meat
You broke me on the floor
Your love makes the march,
And I sing you my rock-n-roll

brooke 12.08.09 в 09:58

It is the heart, if not crying, it sings.
But all the same as crying.

brooke 12.08.09 в 09:59

These brothers Lungs.
This lung that it is black smoke that Beloboba.
A cachectic is hashish.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:03

Liver.

nistubdu 12.08.09 в 10:03

Thyroid gland.
- Burn in hell!

nistubdu 12.08.09 в 10:01

Phallus

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:06

I'm the master of the human body.
And all the wishes that grasp you
are carefully censored by me.

bored 12.08.09 в 14:53

Thoughts come to me constantly.
And I have to filter them.
Filter according to public opinion, and adopted a set of laws.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:06

Thoughts come to me constantly.
And I have to filter them.
Filter according to public morale and a code of laws.

bored 12.08.09 в 14:54

Ideas.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:07

They come to me rarely.
These products are illegal, and I have never seen their suppliers.
But if not for ideas, I would cast this fucking job.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:07

Society tells me: "Rest peacefully, but only on this very comfortable chair I gave to you"

bored 12.08.09 в 14:56

- I tell you, not cursed until you smoke.
No praise is not yet departed.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:12

Cockroach.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:12

- Are you waiting for me?

nistubdu 12.08.09 в 14:31

My dear Count, you should listen to your heart
The song of heart is good
Still, death shall come for you to tear apart
You have a soul, don't you.

bored 12.08.09 в 14:35

- What's wrong with your face?
Inspector Cockroach.

nistubdu 12.08.09 в 14:32

Well there you have it: the mud, stench, smoke, mold ...
No room to lie down! What is that?

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:17

I see, here you have a violation upon the violation.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:18

- The thing that I wanted to tell you

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:18

- Armchair good, yes, excellent.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:18

And by the way, I probably will stay there long. Well, for some time.
Maybe before your death.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:19

And by the way, I guess I'll stay here for a while. Well, for some time. Maybe until you die.

kavaron 12.08.09 в 20:56

Interesting. Innovative, but utopian.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:19

- This is not mine.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:24

- It is brothers Lungs. I know them. It is high time to cut the oxygen.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:25

Brain, listen to me, we've got problems.

bored 12.08.09 в 15:08

Brain, listen to me, we have a problems.

mindgame 12.08.09 в 20:56

- I was framed.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:25

- No, it's not that. I'm talking about one of your subordinates, the heart.

bored 12.08.09 в 15:09

- What about him? Is he broken?

bored 12.08.09 в 15:10

- No, why? It fell in love. It sings it's stupid songs, corrupting the proper functioning of our body.

bored 12.08.09 в 15:11

- But no one listens to him.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:27

- I implore you. Let's go to the eyes. Let's open them and you'll see for yourself.

bored 12.08.09 в 15:13

- I'm telling you, that's not true. I've got everything under control.

bored 12.08.09 в 15:14

- How do you like it? That's low, vulgar and revolting!

bored 12.08.09 в 15:15

The heart has composed the music for her.

bored 12.08.09 в 15:16

Society tells us: "Do the same thing everybody does, do it better, but not in a different way."

bored 12.08.09 в 15:17

For example Lungs, they need to breathe, but don't look for alternative ways of learning.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:30

The heart must beat, beat, not sing.

bored 12.08.09 в 15:18

It feels like Phallus is the only one who is engaged in his underlying activity

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:31

Seems that only Phallus does what it should.

bored 12.08.09 в 15:19

Or maybe overlying?

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:31

Well, get rid of this infection. You can do it.

bored 12.08.09 в 15:22

Or we'll get rid of you. We can do it.

bored 12.08.09 в 15:23

The challenge for the brain.

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:34

- I'm so glad you called for me. I wanted to come, show you my new song.

bored 12.08.09 в 15:25

- Listen, wait until ... A? Give your guitar. While. Here ... Inspectors ... visited

brooke 12.08.09 в 10:35

- Listen, wait minute, ok? Give me thу guitar. While... Here ... Inspector visited...

nistubdu 12.08.09 в 12:12