Sugar
Head, Perpetumobile and Snow
TRAM
Foundation exhibition-presentation 2007
You
touch me by your speckles
The only one, your own territory of conscience
Her reflection have been shaking by fever in vodka
Friends are delayed-action mine
Modern art is unrealized needs in sex
Sex is a free element
Discussion is triviality /ignorance/
Shadow got tired, she wants to get asleep
My
world grew up from nothing and became overgrown with trash. A warm
breath trough the holes in the shall comes evenings, and it becomes
cordial and comfortable.
A
space around fair was swelled by surplus people, but his being make
them limpid.
The right hand was firmly squeezed a key of his belt, they locked
it. Compete /jealous/ with, but know - his mine. Finally they are
off.
Life manual on TV, respectable mister presenter. Ah! Decedent grandma
curled up, catching chuckles. Why he is such a gray, might open? |