Name: Anonymous 2018-05-09 4:09
Today I decided to ride a bicycle in my native city. Fuck, nothing's changing here. Here everything is the same as a year ago. Like ten years ago. Like twenty years ago. The same faces, the same types, the same clothes. The same dust, pus, rot and stench. The grass is burning again. Thirty kilometers is not a single normal person. Gopnik in abybas, fat cheaters in orange T-shirts, wrinkled grandmas in kerchiefs, chocks, gypsies. From the rusty zhiguli he blames the whole district. From mobile phones lezginka. Here, the schoolchildren come with cigarettes: "and he's shorter than a fuck and he fucking fucking gygygygygyg." Nauseating babischi with swollen ebalnikami in black bolonievyh jackets wheeling wheelchairs on the pale sidewalks. Around the bottle, box, cleaning, ssanin, slop, dog shit. Every industrial plant has a flock of bald, rabid beasts on duty. They pop up, bark, grab your legs, because this is their territory. Here everywhere their territory: animals, livestock, animals. Go fucking fagot the liquid kreakl while pussy did not get. Give me a ride! Give me a ride! Bitch, like twenty years ago. Someone will shout: Dude, give a ride! What a dude I am, you fucking fucking Sikaraha, for you I'm Uncle Seryozha. Everywhere there are chocks. Chickens walk the streets in pairs, in crowds and one at a time. Chocks are sitting on playgrounds, swinging on a swing, thumping and yelling at the entire district. Fuck, how many chicken! A handful of buxom gazelle came to the ninth on the "pond" in the center of the city. In the pond, mud, shit, bottles, gondons and rainbow foam from gasoline. They, therefore, bathe. All have crosses on smelly puff belly, on the antenna a Colorado ribbon. Mothers, litter, next to the kids. A fat sow with a drunk fucking in a dress with flowers screaming at the child: "Well, stop this fucking thing! Throw a fucking thing, what are you saying? I'll give those bitch now."