Триангулярная эротика Пи (исполнитель: RuleMancer & Theia)
When ink and pen in hands of man inscribe your form, bipedal P, they draw an altar on which God has slaughtered all stability. No eyes could ever soak in all the places you anoint, and yet to see you all at once we only need the point. Flirting with infinity, your geometric progeny, that fit inside you, oh, so tight, with triangles, that feel so right... 3.1415926535 8979323846 2643383279 5028841971 6939937 5105820974944 59 Your ever-constant homily says flaw is discipline, the patron saint of imperfection frees us from our sin. And if our transcendental lift shall find a final floor, the Man will know the death of God, where wonder was before...