Intro.. Draw... Poems.. Silver alloy in the main cabin acts so powdery: when our tall holographic programmer lean on it: often we talk about her: in the bathroom: with this ancient glossy instrument: which doesn't know diplomacy. Our claret module in atmosphere looks like sweet strawberry in the whipped cream: when it wander: by slow rolls forward endlessly - to endlessness. I think - when I opened hatchery's door yesterday: it smelled like the spring - I did not know that I love plants so much - deeply. Sometimes I feel so abstract: that: I have to put my hand from side into the overall: and: to spread between the fingers little bit of this slimy smell: and than: I am as after lovemaking - or in port between drying webs - or like at home: in the bathroom - while my drunk wife is sitting on the toilet with narrow smile - I'm whimsically pissing into washbasinBack... Along.. More...