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Everything's sliding apart.Is older than the art of killing.
— Andrey Voznesensky
Everything's sliding apart.Is older than the art of killing.
It's shameful to spot a lie and not to name it,and play the fool at funerals besides.
I have hurled westward the ashes of the uninvited guest! I am Goya.
Along a parabola life like a rocket flies,Mainly in darkness, now and then on a rainbow.
The urge to kill, like the urge to beget,Howl the same way for the flesh of a man.
