How do you plan to celebrate your Apocalypse holiday? Taking a pin hammer with your trembling hands, or in the faux fur eyes with a laugh? Celebrate and luxuriate, man-performance. Go to pieces, beat drums and fly up at sunrise, man-dragonfly.
"Kind of gray, crumpled and low-key Passing cars with wobbly gait Beggar rattles off from memory Brodsky Wiping lips with leaky hat..." Brodsky died, Igor Tsarev died - when we die, the company will be just a bit of all right. So far you are not bored here, wearing a red hat with brims 100% Lapin.