There is an incredible bastard called
Miroslav Antic
Ždero my bread makes my kids wearing my suits
with my wife lying in bed in my eyes
Born
is because he knows I am sure that point somewhere far
in Leningrad
Antic and the makes me ruined
And as a writer and as a man
So who will eventually lie in my grave
Own
asked me one morning you what god he
Man
seems to me somewhat ill
And what excuse the expression, it really concerns me
As
And how long shall I
O I can best look after those who are leaving me alone
He washed my hands of brandy has the key of my studio
People that makes me read books junction with
My blonde
Dere in my house gossiping me anything
lying
my kids look like him and he wears a tie
Brije to know some people working
shower every morning pretending to know everything about
zenbudizmu
Translations of the book seems to him that he has friends
imagine that kept my son my only Son to buy ice cream
I was a sailor I was running away or go for example
In Paris
cover it with a blanket over my head let
A mustache on me and found that in some Street Žolive
miserable role in a hotel
I come home and cry me
My mother Melanie who does not know that gave birth to me and not him
More loves him more and he believes he has to
Use
And he can assure you he is the goods which upeglana
raise this monument
He respected the animals which I write
CV
Thus I spit upon himself to extremes
disgusted to have to publicly lend his eyes and soul
And what little money I have hardly lent
When I for example, jumped from the Petrovaradin Fortress
He jumped in grade readers
When I was a doctor Savic treated for alcohol
On pretended like he has something to do with the movie
everywhere they pushed me to it does not fit the obrukam
cerekalo to compromise on
receptions
received my prizes mixed up in my dreams
A hypocrite
A real hypocrite One provincial
One who endured all that I will never tolerate
And now so finely in a hurry to drop dead for me
In order for me
a pig
In order for me as soon as the only living
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