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RUSSIA (words from film)
- I heard they banned gay propaganda among the children?
- You mean gay parade or Moscow fashion week?
- I suppose fashion itself.
- Fashion of what?
- Fashion of fashion…
- Hm…Strange, but why they so terrified about gays?
- I suppose they just do not what them to reproduce themself…
- Sounds kind of absurdity – gays and reproduction…
- Well, they say you can't understand Russia by using your mind only
- Yeah, absolute abstruction…
Russia is a key figure in exports of oil and gas in Europe and huge player on energy market around the world... While even official statistic from Russian authorities report about over 29 millions of Russians lives below the poverty line and official sociologists inform about sum close to 30 percent from all citizens of Russia...Officially it is every person who lives on less than for 250 USD for a month (less than 9 USD for a day) ...However the budget of Olympic games in SOCHI has been raised from 12 milliards of d
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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