Рецепт Of course you choose your life’s direction?

Jellyfish by Qinni To this bone tambourine there is repetition but no script To this bone tambourine lying quietly in A suit is a dried rind that at one time slid Underwater it finds a tree that offers directions for Rest for mimicking arms and legs allows one To stop all the shaking approximate direction To this bone tambourine there is repetition but no Script in a mad hand our intention to render obsolete All explanations are thin portraits that begin in this Corner a crawlspace for which senses are awkward and Unruly this sad scaffold this breathing instrument from Anthropy by Ray Hsu