@smarthamster

Don't leave the room, don't make a mistake. Why do you need the sun if you smoke Shipka? Everything outside the door is meaningless, especially cries of happiness. Only go to the bathroom—and come right back. Oh, don't leave the room, don't start the engine. Because space is made of corridors and ends with a meter. And if a living milkmaid enters, mouth agape, chase her away without undressing. Don't leave the room; consider yourself blown away. What could be more interesting in the world than walls and chairs? Why leave a place where you will return in the evening the same as you were, and even more so — mutilated? Oh, don't leave the room. Dance, catching the bossa nova in a coat on your naked body, in shoes on your bare feet. The hallway smells of cabbage and ski ointment. You've written many letters; one more would be superfluous. Don't leave the room. Oh, let only the room guess what you look like. And in general, incognito ergo sum, as the substance noticed in the hearts of forms. Don't leave the room! Outside, tea, not France. Don't be a fool! Be what others were not. Don't leave the room! That is, give free rein to the furniture, blend your face with the wallpaper. Lock yourself in and barricade yourself with a wardrobe from chronos, cosmos, eros, race, virus.

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