I've got one thing in my pocket —
It's a trashy piece of pie.
And somehow it reminds me of each of us.
Sometimes I think that everyone of us is nothing but only trashy piece of pie.

Every day of my life I was guarding my properties. God, I spent all my life guarding it.

In EU and in USA now all kinds of trash on TV.
Because people usually prefer trash to anything else.

And I can't find neither window, nor door, nor any other exit. And only one
metaphor comes to my mind — ass stuffed with cucumbers.

And yet another one — trashy piece of pie.