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Fifty six. About flies.
How can I blame flies for fucking? However, when it's on my head, it makes me angry. So are the fagots. When in quiet solitude they do what their souls lie to, who will object? But they arrange torchlight processions and chained themselves to the lanterns on the embankment, blowing pipes, hitting drums and shouting so that everyone knows about their temper - that they are pounding in the ass and pounding in the ass. Truly, they are worse than flies, for flies only occasionally sin on my head, but fagots from day to day try to copulate in its very center. Flies out of thoughtlessness, fagots cold-bloodedly and deliberately.
And through that I understand that they want to stare not at each other, but at everyone, and by force, and mutual sodomus is only a pretext and an excuse for them.