How do I co(inside)
the squareness and bruteness of the ruble
and the perverted life of nightly birds?
The subtleness and wastness only go together
when one of those is reaching to the final point
of no-being,
of a spectacular delusion.
the only way of being tighed and being loosened
is only possible as soon as crossed the border
the following commodities:
my arms, my lips, my nose
your testicles and heavy breath
concerning the arrangements:
So I will not let them
cross
co-lateral?