Chance of big earthquakes
The big dog lies on the ground, quaking and wondering: can he use the ability of his sex? The big dog sees the earth, sees the scorpion, while the rain falls on the dragon, standing on atop a cliff, her hair held in the wind by two golden hairpins. The engine spits nails from his mouth. Elbows bent, he retrieves the meat from the roaring oven using two long spoons. His mind is on rebirth.