How often you manage to make your own hell? Feeling like cheeks on fire and cold hands every time remembering a starting point. ( Curtains in front of all real falls. You can see the last drops of wine turning to sand from hourglass… Act begins… Chshshshshshsh……). What are the game rules when the electricity of her body (like seeping acid between walls/bones/worlds) is about to burn the player skin? Air trembling … Engine will knocks the rhythm she preapered for my chest. Light turns to red smoke and hiding the sweetest moves … and … Questions about the darkest like ongoing shots. (Endless tingle now) Flash of light! Executioner cinders the last white ribbon of body. Radiation of peach Penumbra and deepest night, which she leads like a frightened dog. Genet undervalued spoke of shape, and I ( present here), am He :”…surrender evil, pray, be my last swallow …”. Again flash of light! Mmmmm …… mmmmm !!! .hmmmMMmm…There are more forces beyond forces.