when from any point of your drive
you see just that pineapple-headed girl
with the script Zed is after U
and a noname's chrome-yellow
ßÍÀ ß ÒÅÁß ËÞÁËÞ
at the same concrete bulk of smth
that means if you have any money at all
please take it out of your wallet and produce it
to a sinister half-making of a becoming moon
for in the bluest of the blues
under the circumstances and at 80 mph
you shall be a nobody
ever reading the crimson under
ØËÞÕÀ ÇÀ×ÅÌ
later on
the train can read about SS Ñïàðòàê
æèäû è ÷åðíûå âîí
but the train is busy enough
to read this fucking paint-doeuvres
He takes you to Yana while she is still waiting
someone
somehow
somewhere