He's sitting astride on me, making the ornament on my back, blocking on the right. The map above the left natis, in the rythm witch is faster as it should be. Claptrap. The situation unwanted 'cause is louder and louder, voices are changed. The floor is creacking and is a little bit stuffy. I say, inessential, it's the chaotic reasoning, for sure not erudition. Kind of foolishness, tone is changing, plus shout. On my windowsill - not ended breakfast, we don't eat frankforters, I drink tea, and recently eat spinach. I cannot explain, so I am prattling, this is a breakfast, here I lighting the cigarette. I remember, in the train the girl was smoking, still squinting how the cigarrette looked like. I'm smoking differently, but today I feel that it is amply scenic, I can shout but it's loud enough.