Истинно мудрый презирает блеск изощрённых речей. Он не придумывает истины, а оставляет вещи на их обычном месте. Вот это и называется "осветить вещи светочем разума".
send you suckling letter wish you tore it later air pollutes my pools of sweets every single way- the wooden bullet and it swiiiings!!!! and it siiiings!!!! sit the bitch to rule this motherfucker only hole to art & this is so artificial cruel, pale & misfit so believe in my invitation!!.... wish you an arrangement with ballons swarm of dogs & hornets on this picnic till the bald skull of the future tyrant suck your nipples with no cunt to find it to fund it with a finger slips your zone of mingling ready, steady,.... children.... walls of purple buttons & some handcuffs liquid imp to grab & to shot myself with a pint of this while the ordinary caffein shot prescribe me a pills my pillow becomes so wet to continue sleeping on your ice so i'm checking myself in the trash lagoon frome where i'm writing to you the static touristic ghetto....