tale of hemp

once apon a time zhyl was a stump. Yes, he lived well, did not starve, didn’t really hurt, so that the clowns constantly turned around. But it was time - sister came to hemp. Grit, stub, good home already gray, ah-yes to look at people. I had mercy on stumps and went with my sister to look at people, but people are not simple, they are all kind of fucked up. I thought a stub and realized one thing: “no wonder, this is PETER!”. Having resigned himself to his fate, he began our stump, but didn’t work out very well with him? The stone city was unprecedented to him, and even deprived of it at night. he grew up in the woods, stump-zhezh. He began to notice that even the clouds are trying to city it r slip through quickly and fly awesome (heh). There lived a stump in the "city-stone" and he strangled him, and he, in turn, didn’t get along well. Stumps surrendered faster than the city (because hell didn’t have a protoplasmic annihilator) and went to where the clouds creep enjoying the underlying landscape, where the night reveals its embraces to everyone who dares to sit in the thickets of reeds, where a scruffy cherry shrub grows around the house, and not a concrete slab. And he lived there a stump, and the dick knows how it ended, he has not died yet.