My-kartinka,podpisannaya by a mate on a dirty wall at which once shot people. My-idealy. We were created by stranger sick fantasies. My-pomoynye worms, searching sense in dirt.-, by the drunk artist on the smooth surface of mirror. My-maski,chto want to be called persons. My-teni,ischezayuschie in darkness. My-bogi of rotten reality.We blefuem and it is lucky us. We know a true, but are quiet...