provided that you can't leave the room because it's raining and the wind is blowing.
for both of us - one fairy tale and one fantasy
the central district of any large city is your ticket to the bed of Jesus Christ...
imposed by the patriarchy is a misogynistic image of the beauty of treason, unsuccessfully coping with himself.
a thirst for life blooms in me, blindness from the golden Jesus dinner spoon and criminal negligence towards misogyny that has taken root in me. https://bunkr.cr/a/gaR48Erx
a deeply religious person, who once burned books mentioning God, today strives to be the first to get to the metro station in order to spit at elderly women and men in the first rows.
apparently, my family members are fed up with my antics, reminiscent of the collapse of the USSR, my friends that are stuck in my head and my tail hanging in the air - not allowing me to breathe deeply...
the immediate proximity with the obscene - causes exceptional importance in one's own metabolism and the growth of fertility among the low-educated contingent - the enamored working district.
mechanical animals prevailing in your body will soon begin a rapid growth of the utter destruction of all living things that your mother gave you (forcibly pushing out of herself) and more importantly - give up in case of increased risk of the greatest personal safety, since mechanical animals do the same as hungry people (only animal instincts and inability to cognitive positive vibrations).