and fire:
After sex, it must tell you that today I am just a king and a god, then wrapped up in a blanket, like a pigeon, sitting on the edge of the bed and cracking. The look crazy. Fisting under the nose. Not that I was very worried about it, but yesterday she said that I was somewhat strange, hanging shirts in color, maybe I should go to a psychologist? I still don’t know what to answer..."