Tin bodies, glass hearts,
In a roundabout together to the end.
Genuine joy is a half-face mask.
Wherever one goes, he goes to the forefathers.
Movement on a vector from a number to a letter.
Strings twitch: puppeteers-dolls.
The path of the righteous is so captivatingly round, but
No matter how many Cadi-everything smells rotten.
As sung more than once, the world is a black-and-white movie,
Skeletons are like dominoes.
Zombies drink vodka, VIP zombies drink wine.
The Apocalypse is in full swing - no one cares.
A mad gallop around the perimeter of the cage -
It's like sewing air on a net.
Puppet life, a marionette novel -
Point. It's time to say Hello to your ancestors.
No change on the Western front.
The good news is that there are no indestructible walls.
Microtubules in the veins -
Ideal conditions for Zen knowledge.