Red lipstick, beautiful blonde, in the mouth of a cigarette, sexually lying and Smoking. You can see me all, close-up of the priest. I'm wearing socks, pink panties and a blue t-shirt. Having decided to relax to smoke and at the same time to celebrate need. After everything was done, I wanted to fix the color of socks, make socks brown. I love this ritual of repair needs, especially the smell of my shit, it smells of pine nuts, wood and some forest air, pure and natural. When you shit-just a few seconds – but you feel Nirvana. I wish the shit would fall out of me and fall out and that feeling of liberation would go on and on. I imagine how I reach the door of the toilet, open and see not the hallway, but a fantastic view of the space with a beautiful nebula crossing the panorama. Like a light summer wind blowing into the toilet from space. I shit and look at the stars and at those moments there is no problem. What could be the problem of free beings from the infinite cosmos? I will definitely go there, where you can see the milky way in the night sky. Not that pale streak in the sky, but a real, breathtaking view of the galaxy. Find the field under this sky and shit.