Mars Soap

Achtung! I take my left hand out of my pocket. I warn the authorities on behalf of...
At night, you kind of go into space. It's scary... There's a rat king around every corner.
He is gray like you and me. He looks out from the darkness of the sewer hatch with eyes red with desire. He bites his nails. Looks nervous. The mix is ;;stirring, "damn...
Actually, there is metempsychosis here. Metamorphosis pose. The Rishis were right...
They have diamonds of peaks instead of eyes. The peaks are burning - it's done!
...In the yogi's cave, I remember there was a draft. Instead of sheets - just a stone.
You wake up on a tile somewhere on Kutuzovsko-Brezhnevsky Prospekt - it commemorates a temple.
And in the temples it’s always cold and there’s karbofos in cans...
...The homeless man gives out a hoarse voice.
Draw a line under this man!, with a polished nail pressed...
I just mentioned the Tibetan sages. But they warned us!
And in the era of Stagnation and earlier, even under Yosif Stalin. They say the wrong chakras are in power, dear ones. The idea of ;;equality will not work.
...Soap has not been made from dogs for a long time. It is delivered from Mars.
Just don't fool me! The main thing is a strict line of 'khuy'. The shorter, the better. Hallelujah!
They say it becomes easier on the cross. It kind of makes it easier.
So He groaned. He creaked his muscles. The convoy dogs howled in rhythm. To the rhythm of reggae.
With his tail between his legs, he rolled up like Jackson. Or his dummy...
So sharp in his movements. In pink tight pants.
So-so! He's kind of completely alive. Kind of quite warm. Well, what can I say: a hell of a meal was served...
...What else from the past stuck in my memory:
dust storm somewhere in Sinai. I don't remember the exact address. Would you say it wasn't? No it was! The smell remains...
Only now I realized that he was making such a fuss...
The Unwashable Prophet of Doom? Treasured female?
No, that's what Mars soap smells like. The smell of a night raid...