I credit rotting, dead communists with their Lenin red fluff fanciful fanciness, while dancing on dirt with broken glass glassiness to the communal romancing of runny Turkic birthing holes & ports with an ultra-glib romantical Romanian pseudo-manliness...
   Dear Tammy, You know how when you just get out of the shower and the upper part is still sticking to the lower part and you think, “the soap has made the bond tighter,” and then you look in the mirror to see that everything looks normal enough...?