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"Unflattering humans" I offer confidential, I've got the pull-out guide Two slides to sun, I hate your guts, Surprises for the deaf dinosaurs, I learned it all on Mars, Stop it, hyperspace, hyperdrive, Oceans of air, You're going to dive too, The lost world of the ice age, Paradoxically, You're digging through My innovative ideas, Are you looking for me? It will treat you to a deluxe sample, Push it up and out. Her glowing skin and dramatic eyes, Keeping your curls upstairs, I get a thrill just admitting to certain individuals, There are no prizes for happy ending, Low-down, tricks, Wrap myself up in luxury, Ancient craft, Twenty first century goddess, Take note, business class cabin, Fine mess, don't hold back, I'm so angry, She made me want to cry, I have to stand here and smile Like nothing happened. ©R.T.V. fecit-26.01.2006
"Demand the impossible" In every shore and size You're better off on the golf course, Stay in front, She's slowly killing herself And doesn't seem to want to stop, It gets through to the average, Keeping it there, I can expect something that Manages to be both innovative and popular, It will go away again, Truly, deeply, sadly. She is haunted by romantic misfortunes, I would always walk past a good girl to get a whore, She seems to have been more attractive than she was likeable. Survival pretty good epitaph, The penguins are in the hardest place. I'm putting chemistry back in the laboratory, Drawing, dreams, machines and everything. Whoopee! New fangled enthusiasm, I have an easier ride into the mainstream, Functionality, it wasn't all bad, She's lost her balance, This is the piece of happiness That was always stayed with me. Even in the most impossible situations. I really believe in her power. I need to push myself, Roses, lilies and herbs, I've got the immense feeling Of satisfaction from taking on and completing challenges. It gets her to dig deeper. It's just about operating, The limits of my own potential, I wanna feel like I've really lived a life. Go back to basics, Update the classics, You're too bloody young. It can be restricted. Here and there, as I have seen, Wait and see, moral values, Queens, I travel faster than anybody had ever done before She offered a way to counter the growth of imitation fabric, I represented the market for her look. ©R.T.V. fecit-24.01.2006
"We like to think of her as a corporation" I get to pose the questions, I had lived, I got a tiny cottage, I'm following the menstrual period, Stocking free of wrinkles, No high heels, She tossed her head. I helped organize. My first photomontage. I had my eye on something else, They could develop the bomb, Was it shown? Was it shown first? ©R.T.V. fecit-24.01.2006
"Homelessness of low-cost stills from colour videotape" Blank sheet of paper, The desirable sight, The actor sees into the darkest depths of the body. Look at myself in a frozen moment. I'm expanding universe by means of a slice of it in sonic section. Hidden or denied. Putting things together. I forget past and future And like only in this reckless moment. Blending the outer and inner words. It adds the voice comes also from deep within. My density of implication and extreme ambivalence of feeling, If you loved here, I often barely pass through It engages in her form of deception. It pretends, from back of neck. Her melancholic tulip have been Depicted for centuries by numerous artists. ©R.T.V. fecit-24.01.2006
"The romantic hero" I'm putting attention to the commodities market And making production plans Based on various predictions. I make dramatic use of dissonance and frequently evoke A reflective melancholic mood. Stop her violence and romance. The use of light and shade, The window of my soul is the more grievous affliction. I'm placing the individual at the centre of my macrocosm To the right of the fresco. Such pleasure would I choose To sing beneath your window of love You'll never lose, My digital blues, dong, dong, dong, derry. And if you'll not refuse, I'll boldly sing of my hate Night long until the dews. My love for you is boundless, Like lovebirds I enthuse, The object of the game was my house of the dark cloud. May I walk, may it be beautiful before me, May it be beautiful above me? May it be beautiful all around me? In beauty it is finished. Restore my mind for me, The healing ceremony, I'm the lion, The future spring from the past. We are the memory of mankind. I received it free from all untruths, It was created by lines Cut into the plank surface of wood, She made it clear. I want it to wound me deeply, I want it to electrify me, I want it to break my heart or to exalt me, I should be folding my hands upon your hair. That character tries to understand itself. ©R.T.V. fecit-25.01.2006
"I stop here waiting for you" I'm weeping tears, I have to account, It gives evidence of hostility Between upper and lower social classes. It opens my sexual fulfilment With the coming of spring. The darkness instantly fell Where I stood. Gleaming, getting dry, I go back to my lonely house by the river, Her heart sounds, Her hands form a mudra That indicates the wheel of the sky. I dance the universe in and out of existence. I give her one kiss, I knew who she was. Do you recognize me? They turned and walked slowly away, Her kiss was too wonderful As all dreams I had. This puzzling fantasy became The fundamental ingredients of public processions, Her regenerative bliss And the ultimate oneness of human and divine energy. Her divine revelation. My eyes stream tears. I am myself when I am awake. Her hands are powerful enough to Cure all the sickness in my soul, I'm the suffering champion of humanity, My imagination rules this world. ©R.T.V. fecit-25.01.2006
"Lunch break" I'm the defender of the future, Unleash a new reality at the space colony, Life and death. She is located on the satellite orbit of Saturn. ©R.T.V. fecit-23.01.2006
I captured the moment taken, I denied the greatest love. Turned to the purity of tenderness, I saw myself in the window. Complete fullness I now break, I return to my lover, Denied by fashion through ages Now I walk the dying soil, Now I walk the dying desert. Faked lies is the phone codes. ©R.T.V. fecit-07.04.2006
©Twang-2006 ©R.T.V. fecit ©"2005-2006 Selected" ©"The Raptiles"+"Gouache" ©DJ Zippy Freak ©Written by R.T.V.(©Ruslan Trohnyuk) ©Zippy Kid-2006 No part of this digital book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form Including photocopy, recording or any information storage and retrieval system without permission in writing from the author. ©All rights reserved.©R.T.V. fecit-2006 ©Руслан Трохнюк ©Никакая часть этой книги не может быть воспроизведена, передана, переписана, помещена в поисковую систему и переведена на любой язык или компьютерный язык, в любой форме и во всех значениях, электронным, механическим, магнитным, оптическим,химическим, ручным или любым другим способом без предшествующего разрешения автора.

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