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While you're alive, talk and dance
Declare yourself or die
Or stinks like shit
Till the end of one's days
With a taste of carrion
And the smell of baby

Idiocy, cretinism and some other ism
I don’t think it will even come to three times
Even continuously hammering into one
Point my pulse verbiage out
I'm no seedy boy
With an octopus in my brain, I'm not here
Ticks will never go away
All touching in sleek shirts
Not too handsome not too
And fuck burning out is not my thing
Birth has disappeared and is now little
The beauty of understanding from sight
Avenues from small to large
Facades and others like them

Crushed, humiliated in a vice and in
In shackles, rooting for the essence, I’m looking for the road
As if not as if as a way out
From the room the pro-pathfinder is defeated
I’m lying down but I’m still not done so I have to get up
Groping up but not here
It's dark and with every step
Warming confidence is not compressed
The palms inside are only enough
Sparks

Small jump and lunge
There is a tenacious grip behind the lunge and that’s it
Rapid release into
Event space
Tiny injection into the shell
There is no way to get out of the human one
Not a scream, not a squeak, not a sound
Closedness of words mutual responsibility

Behold the snow-covered hill
Outdated and fields are forced
Hear not mine but so
The true voice of the scorched roof
Taste the proven experience
So many heads of human fetus
Listen to my illustrious people
Moments of gust and storm
Exodus
In circulation

It doesn’t go through, I’m imprisoned in the city
And it seems like it’s not so bad
But by the way

The word is nevertheless elastic
So again in a circle