DJ GUSINOE PERO

Drugs(Друзья типо)

Быдлс

Раздвижной Мандарин, Хулиганы Розовой Улицы, Армянская История Икс, Криминальное Чтиво, На Иглище, Таксист

Там че то про барба

Бригада

"Простите за кровь".

"Тогда Меч начинает играть роль плуга, тогда кровавые слезы Войны орошают землю, которая должна обеспечить хлеб насущный будущим поколениям".

“Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?”

"As the music came to its climax, I could viddy myself very clear, running and runningon like very light and mysterious feet, carving the whole face of the creeching worldwith my cut throat britva. I was cured all right".

"I burned my fire, until there was nothing left...
All that’s left is pure white ash".