Антон Сергеевич Логинов
Collection of A.S.L
I will disconnect, from the network, overseas.
And I'll hurt you.
You can't make a mess, you can't fix it anymore.
As I publish poems.
Minecraft
Minecraft, the love of my soul.
Iron horse, maybe Batelfield.
But you're my love, you're slowing down on it too.
Unfortunately, I will turn off the shader, a beautiful one.
I'll reduce the schedule to a minimum.
And I will look at the beautiful pixels.
On an eight-thousand pixel monitor.
And I will be glad, creeper and skeleton.
Using a wooden sword to smash them, getting an exp.
Poetry Hedgehogs
Hedgehogs, took knives in their paws.
And we went to the forest to cut a fox into sausage.
The fox saw that hedgehogs with knives were following her.
She straddled a rooster, and at the moment, she was fluttering in the sky.
Schoolchildren and online games
One computer, gifted
The one who is raised with a computer.
On verbal diarrhea, doomed.
From Colombia, Ivan the Fool and the Frog.
