Рецензия на «Gingerbread girl» (Ольга Вярси)
I do not like fiction, although poetry consists of all of them. Only they are different, there are condensing reality, but there are, on the contrary, smearing to impossibility. What do you think your text is much better to put? Maybe next to this? Just kidding..! . if you are wheezing (by accident) suddenly you go to another world only still (by accident) you (still) still alive vigilantly look-look intently (to pain) to the wall like a spider transparent tear all cha-a-a-net spider web weaver - do not tear your eyes spins without looking at the hand so thirsty to live a little longer watch and watch and you know - here is the road and the spider invisible tears you think you’ll pump everything transparent web, well a bit, but I’m not bending my legs ... what? everything? last time? left web shadow and kiss and cry. you can’t drink for a long time and it’s impossible to poop. what ahead is not dead drunk and (true) very sick? all right, yes: earth, earth, earth ... and wooden cross and someone's sighs sighs, Yes, the inscription is stupid, the size of anapest and angels like brides and silent silence of the sky Владислав Тимчук 17.12.2019 02:51 Заявить о нарушении
I love fiction as reality sometimes is really harsh. I made my reality. I choose a job where I can deal only with people who make me happy, I choose my time frame of work, and work only hours that don't make me feel too tired. I have a friends who are positive smiley people, bur with brain ( because I love thinking people). I am living in the area where most my neighbors are my friends. I made me fantasy become reality. Or backwards?
Ольга Вярси 17.12.2019 22:39 Заявить о нарушении
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