______________…think about the beauty of your nails. ______________A. Pushkin You can’t eat or bite your nails - never and under no circumstances. Biting your nails is producing in your soul irreversible holes. Eating and/or biting your nails means trouble in the family. If after cutting your nails there were fewer of them what was cut, this is not good, and even unfortunate. Nails should not be thrown out the window or down the toilet. If a white spot appears on the nail, this is for good/gift.

Carelessness, carelessness - all this is not typical for me. I am still a convinced pessimist. I still divide people into vile and pathetic. Woody Allen Who said that Clowns have an eternally festive soul? Who saw their tears in the closets, who counted the drinks? Who tracked the time of immersion in other realities, where their treehouse is, high, high from the others. There they are not offended, there you can paint with brushes, dream, dangling your legs dangling in pink sandals.

Love is the only programmed disappointment, the only predictable misfortune that you want more of. Frederic Beigbeder “Let's play hide and seek…” “So we’re already playing. I’m looking for you, behind the cover, sweetheart.” “And I stayed here in the house, pecked with my canaries.” “What about in the morning?” “What in the morning?” “I want her to renew it herself!” “I love the morning at five for the silence, for the sleepiness of the curtains. Why do you smile so sweetly?” "So. Nice.

An essay by Peter Razumov about the intersection of speech and physicality, the boundaries of the body, and his own experience of working with poetry. The boundaries of the body cannot be determined. Even the ancient flock, before humans acquired such prosthetics as fire, lived as a community, that is, as a collective body onto which they projected the contents of individual psyches. Such cultural phantoms as the clan or the Totem were the first transformers of the body.

The only way to be happy is to love suffering Woody Allen Difficulties, obstacles, disappointments, tears, betrayal, madness, devotion, caresses, silence, dreams, fantasies, words with letters, punctuation, delight, thoughts in batches, and again again. Then screams, demands, hiding in the house, suffering, smiles, silence, melancholy, hugs, again intertwined hands, logical explanations, but so difficult to apply, and then again unnecessary.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/18r1910VCfmxVVC5kqv8OQe-A-QcroY_42SKYzIU9O3A/edit?usp=sharing ART OR SEX 4 principles govern the world: 1.Gravity, 2. Polarization, 3. Induction, 4. Transformation (penetration-birth) Why OR? ART AND SEX! Since the time of Freud, these concepts have been firmly connected, much like “space-time” since the time of Einstein. This seems to be clear to everyone to the point of banality?! But is everything so clear? I will try to show that nothing is clear.

I'm like a mom I'm like a mother I'm like a womb I'm like a bitch like a dog like a string I'm like a word like an arrow like a maid like a warrior like a dressmaker like Joan of Arc like a hill like snow like the wind like light like a wall like the moon like paper pen page morning night tender like a hand blanket smell like a glass drop spot like honey in a bear's paws, like a stone to your bottom. I'm like the essence. poetry verses lines