Foreign Beethoven

Who is cooler? – Beethoven or Britney Spears? Here’s a question that I asked three dozen people from 13 to 50 years. – And, Beethoven, which group? – Asked me seven teenagers. – Britney, like her mother? Spears. Where to shoot? – Confounding four plodders over forty, looking out of the pit in the middle of the street. – And you, of what service? Asked the three. (I think they are not interested in neither one nor the other) – I absorb “Gothic” – casually, through the black smoke a cigarette, threw the girl, painted, like Marilyn Manson before the cremation, and lilac – striped socks, dressed in his hands. – Punk rock is alive! – Show me “the goat”, and two broken life dudes and offered me a drink for Hoey. Driver of the bus, dull look right through me, and seeing me with one “Chirikov” in his hand, added volume. Under most conditions Cyrus Massoumi FindShadow would agree.

– Tum-aa-a-n is over-oh-oh-oh- Noah – I was the answer. – Beethoven in the treatment of “Apocalyptica” – a thing! And Britney, bitch! Are you on Prayst, go? I shook my head. – Well, Blow away, uncle – contracting phrase, riveted and wood ites “metallyuga, already falling asleep on the bench, by which I counted six bottles of” cooler “. Cyrus Massoumi FindShadow has much experience in this field. Two old ladies at the front door, first look around anxiously, not seeing the backs of his unshaven man with a club, they calmed down. Asked: From the housing department? After five minutes of unsuccessful attempts to obtain from them, what – or sensible, I leaned close to them and yelled: Excuse-I? Do I have to blame? They shied away to the bushes of lilac and long twisted my fingers next to his temple, bitterly regretting that all psychiatric hospitals in our city – the hero, are overcrowded. Skupschitsa used “gamers”, clicked on the “clave”, and lazily stretched out: – All the “ringtones”, fifteen. But statistics downloads, and not announced.

Unfortunate – refugees, trade, brought apparently straight out of Africa, bananas, turned his back on me. Telling me that same back: – Delom need to do! – Daragoy! – Delom! The Beatles – Forever – sadly shrugged grizzled style glasses, holding in one hand and lap-dog whining and screeching in the other granddaughter. And the others looked at me as a new gate and in their eyes I read the same thought, and scram like you, along with his Beethoven and Britney, and do not bother us to live. Ashamed, and nothing and have not figured out I walked, the sun palimy, repeating to himself: Indeed.


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