Prompt: Wind and snow fell on my head. Birches and orange chimneys fell underfoot. The wind at my back steered my ship towards the reefs, but it flew over the reefs like obstacles on a skateboard. For unknown reasons, the GPS did not catch, the satellite was used as a cauldron and Uyghur pilaf was cooked in Laguna.
Prompt: Passing through the bus, I ended up in the yard where the peasant was congratulated on his anniversary. They hugged like men and shook hands in return. The woodpecker is the best friend of Tatiana Krasnova today rattled through the trees and crunched worms. The branches before my eyes only flicker under the roof of the sky.
Prompt: It's good when young grass breaks out of the ground on a gray field, and the sun heats up the surface a bit. You easily jump into adventures and fly away to where red turns into orange and green. There is silence along the way and people just leave in all directions.
Prompt: A small white tiger darted past on the way. Sunlight froze the puddle and now there is a lake. Mukhtar walks through wastelands looking for drugs. The dogs talk slowly as little children go to kindergartens and schools.
Prompt: After I was beaten by the Wassermans in purses with intellect last Sunday. I got up and ran, catching the rays of the sun. Yard free dogs sunbathe and lick their fur in the sun. The bus full of artisans went to their workshops.
Prompt: As a result, a large gathering turned into a disappearance through the park. Newcomers and veterans scattered around the park, charity and the sun shone around the runners. The first steps in running were taken by new runners. And the birds sang their little songs. Like songwriters of Belarus.
Prompt: Seagulls fly over a mass of people and a mass of houses. They don't care about the world, they are really free. Like snow flying in free fall. On pieces of dried mud, it glitters with stars. The girl ran along the trails in a winter jacket, probably 2KM then galloped off to warm up.
Prompt: I am returning to my usual running tracks. In places where tapirs and earthworms live the size of a well ring. Garbage was thrown out in huge bags. Far from the steppes carries the warm smell of bread. People died out and only one mother with three small screaming children went to the garden.
Prompt: A man in a leather jacket spat, and then the sun and the earth began to shine brightly. The swamp chill came from the places where there are puddles and mud. Let's reap with a sharp turn, showed a dusty city in the distance. The plugs are in the same place.
Prompt: Pedestrian traffic is difficult. Sometimes it is difficult to get into the park through traffic jams, but the sun's rays and waves of emotions help to achieve the desired. Quiet and calm inside the green space. Everywhere lawns and rare people. Everyone else is at a stop.
Prompt: A fresh mood is conveyed by the rays of the sun. In the distance between the houses where the sun shines on the rays, dust shimmers. She is clearly visible. The long bus was driving a very big traffic jam. After the cork turned at the turn, but met again.
Prompt: Life prepares for obstacles. On the road along the way, someone broke the bottles and drew the texts upside down with crayons. It was necessary to run and read the ciphers of the secret society. Coming out of this rut went to the rays of the bright sun.
Prompt: All gates were blocked from all sides. There was nowhere to move, it was necessary to run across the gate. Running through the air All roads have melted away and it runs beautifully on asphalt. Like spring flowers, runners plow along the tracks.
Prompt: The Saturday silence was shattered by the loud cries of young men of bandit appearance. One said that he would catch up with me, but he did not catch up. And for the sake of interest, I lowered the pace from 4.50 to 5:30. Looks like health and a car of drunk energy drink with beer was not enough for overclocking. The dog whined, on a flooded patch. I wanted to have breakfast.
Prompt: Along the roadsides, a blue tractor drove towards me and dispersed people along the way. In order not to drive through the fields with a blue tractor, I ran around it and, moving along the rays of the sun, ended up in the park. Where, after gaining loads, I flew along the melted bicycle-running-walking-pesohozyaevoy path.
Prompt: Dirt flies from under the wheels of cars getting on the side of the asphalt. The last puddles are living out their happy days. The bricks were dismantled and revealed above them a desert of unstable land. Birds fly and bathe in puddles. Glowing in the rays of the sun.
Prompt: Beautiful and big sun. It fries the snow with its positive mood, which melts and burns. Makes children freckles and pleases. People are actively walking along the asphalt, and objects are being exchanged near the fence drenched in the sun
Prompt: Spring very accurately shows who littered where. Somewhere there are bags full of garbage, somewhere there are bags of chips and milk. Somewhere cigarettes with painted crayfish and impotence. The ambulance flew forward in this gray darkness.
Prompt: Made a hitch after a difficult Saransk day. I rocked myself in the hall to the rhythms of RAMSTEIN and received a branded magic screwdriver from Catherine from 7 Roads, it fits perfectly with the 7 Roads branded T-shirt. I'm going to have a cake, Katya and Anton have a birthday.
Prompt: Naked men in only T-shirts run through the fog. The Barboskins with the whole team gathered at the start. 350 runners at the start were devoured by darkness and after a while you run alone. But when you run back, you see that everything is so bad, there are people behind you, and you are not the last. The calm silence of the cemetery and the rooks, as well as the boy with cerebral palsy, motivated him to run away. The Chinese were ready to press the heel of the gas. The police caught violators, and what a cunning stuntman staged demonstration shows on a moped. Jumped and flew on his own bike. At the end, the guys of our club gave me a flag in my hands, warmly and with support finished after. Smoke was smoking in the barrel, and there were pictures of joyful and sometimes accustomed runners
Prompt: Near the fence there is a sofa in an upright position, a tired person can sleep standing up in the fog enveloping his whole essence. The headlights of the car flicker like traces of a monster in a milky fog. The man is marching from the real, probably waiting for the order of the donerka chef, who slowly wraps it up to the songs. Owners open store
Prompt: Sunny beauty shimmers on the strings of asphalt strips. The rhythm of the road lures you to take bold and confident steps. The traffic lights go from red to green like flashing lights. The dog sniffs fresh bitches. And the man takes the projectile and crouches with it.
Prompt: Everyone on the streets has died out, only barricades with sand and plastic pipes from star wars lie on the road. Dogs have orgies while no one is watching. Unless people passing by. The sun shimmers with gold on the road. A man in a zebra jacket was walking in his direction. Buses are empty, nobody.
Prompt: Came out with an umbrella people, lost it. Now the umbrella is furious with life. The man from the balcony was telling something to the audience of the world. The silence agreed with him. Sandbags went from hand to hand within a week. The kids are sleeping peacefully, and the common people too. Indeed, for many today is not just a day off, but also the beginning of the New Year's festivities.