The love triangle: me, you, the shadow.
and i have no choice but to listen to Jan Jelinek.
and everything is so fragile, and everything is so sensual, and everything is so gray and purple, and blue-brown crimson and speckled.
and tradescantia is planted everywhere. oh, who would have thought that it really is planted everywhere?
and i want to run away into the forest for mushrooms, attaching bells to my ankles.
and i fell in love. oh, how i fell in love. so strong, it is impossible. it was impossible not to fall in love.
and the days are now so long and rapid at the same time. and everything around is not like that, and everyone around is not like that. this is nothing, they are nobody.
and i try not to, but i don't try to either. this has never happened to me before, and i am both for and against, and probably, and yes, of course, and let's do it again, huh?
i want to be out and i want to be in, and all what remains is to be. but i can’t be, that’s why i want to.
mother-of-pearl crystal faceted glass! and in it the nine-headed dragon is poured. and i was drunk before i even tasted sake on my tongue.
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