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Flowers from my mother's garden at home
And I'm on the sleepers, again on the sleepers I'm going to look for my guitar
So that's what you are, my shadow!
Picnic, the freshness of the linen is my merit
My faithful friend, the Dragunov rifle
My fast and cute mitsubishi
Cool drawing of my dog
My working days in the office
There's a pink floid in my glass
Kurt Cobain is always in my heart
My dream is to be a hatyab one dent stalker looking at such photos the desire increases
My head is like an apple today, and it hurts as if under fire