Character: Petro-pathologist

How many men go crazy muzzle beat each other, crazy grandmother I spend on it - broadcast tend to the cynical philosophizing Petro, to touch this body, to penetrate him, considering it the highest bliss... the Poets write poetry, comparing it with a rose covered with dew... the real Idiots. They would come to me on a trip, have looked inside most attractive during the life of the women and would see where to seek. In fact, inside of desire, sung by rhymer abode of heavenly bliss - just a stinky, slippery gut, and nothing more. Yes, the Lord God created man perfect, but his creation is perfect as well as perfect cross-stitch. There is also the other side with ugly knots and loops. Here, as with the building. There is a beautiful facade for suckers, and behind him stretch the cables, sewer pipes, which are known only to professionals.