Book: Bath

Raise your leg higher, simulating an imaginary lift. Why did they wave their hands! Reach out the tentacles ... No tentacles? Then there is nothing to go into the actors. Stretch what you want.

Art should reflect life, beautiful life, beautiful living people.

we are not sorry for the past.

- Yes, but it's not for long now. The Volga of human time, in which our birth threw us like logs into alloy, threw us to wallow and go with the flow, this Volga now obeys us. I will make time stand and rush in any direction and at any speed.

As boot pure glitters, right - lick, though.

People off work for the entire working of the universe, and you, cecum, clerical conversations piss on their enthusiasm.

Unbecoming, then Switzerland?

I know a lot of artists, glavnachpups - one.