Inanity   ::   Малахов Олег

The girls around started to feel excited as they could dance on the tables and show to visitors their almost naked bodies, legs and asses, almost naked breasts. Some guys did cry in the hall and evoked barmen and got drunker more and more. The stories told in the nights reflected their most hidden and unknown desires where they had been taught to leave everything behind and they did. The place looked so as if it was burnt and destroyed completely by a child who wished to stay pure. There everyone who remembered the name of Clementine decided to meet in the alley of grey cactuses. Poor relative also planned to be there. Though he just had such a joke. He used to wear glasses and be acquainted with all those who pretended to be elite artists. However he had never been bisexual. He only laughed at everybody who had lovers of different sex. He had no real sex in life as he had a wrong wife or had no wife. It is amazing how lifeless they are!!!!!!! EVERYBODY

EVERYONE

ALL OF THEM

WHERE SHOULD WE KILL THEM?

WHEN?

Clementine's son got astonished reading all that. He started stuttering. Clementine got upset. But what could she do? Her son had to become a brilliant painter. Reading that old note-book Painter got freaked off in the class-rooms and his comrades' companies. He wanted to reanimate that incredible language he sank in. He continued reading:

Мой ангел, как невыносимо печальными становятся мои дни без тебя. Неузнаваем на улицах твоими глазами, ищущими мои следы.

азлагаюсь. Все равно тону в лице твоем, спящем рядом с моими губами. Твои вкусные груди, и запах влагалища. Помню. Я не могу без твоих историй на ночь, твоего крика в пустоту с мольбой остановить время, или всего лишь утроить длительность каждой секунды. Без твоего экстравагантного белья, без твоих зубных паст и бестактных вопросов. Я так давно не купал тебя в дожде. Ты прекрасно знаешь, что можешь увидеть мое лицо в каждой его капле. Но я не в праве заполнять им заполненное тобой пространство, и ты чувствуешь сладкое солнце, отдыхающее на твоей коже.