Gloves are mega ROT.
ROT is little joy.
ROT is Tarkovsky.
ROT is hiding.
ROT is Lazio and Emilia-Romagna: the center that is not south and the north that is not center.
ROT is Dharma.
ROT is daytime depression.
The divorce party is ROT.
ROT is a bullet to the head.
Incense is very ROT.
ROT is practicing too much theory.
ROT is clogs.
ROT is bad manners.
ROT means “red” in German.
ROT is empire.
ROT is revolt against the modern world.
ROT is Shanghai.
ROT is different planes of reality.
ROT is sacrifice.
ROT is analog and technological.
ROT is dressed to kill.
ROT is psychotic.
ROT is white magic.
ROT is denial of the crowd.
ROT is a rigid boundary.
Getting your papers read while working on Excel is ROT.
ROT is Manhattan.
Smoked glass is ROT.
ROT is lightness and gravity together.
ROT is psychic invasion.
ROT is growing up dysfunctional.
ROT is having at least one session of EMDR.
ROT is repulsion.
ROT is memento mori.
ROT is tamaracky, but chic (but chic as hell).
ROT is vertigo.
ROT is the attempt to free oneself from tension without ever succeeding.
ROT is running.
ROT is dogmatism.
ROT is PVC windows.
Unbuttoning is very ROT.
Eardrum-busting voices are ROT.
ROT is fog and plains.
Concrete is ROT.
ROT is emptiness.
ROT is the threshold between form and formlessness.
ROT is mega queer.
ROT is heat wave.
ROT is discipline that hates itself.
ROT is Annarella.
Marble is ROT.
ROT is Queen of Chinatown.
ROT is Reality Orientation Therapy.
ROT is angelic intelligence.
ROT is wanting to get laid and not getting laid.
ROT is the pleasure principle.
ROT is the threshold between sensuality and shyness.
Fog is ROT.
ROT is the word of the year. Of any year.
ROT is without beginning, without end, without gender, without size.
ROT is life, death and miracles.
ROT is underground.
ROT is penthouse with a view.
Deflowering is ROT.
ROT is going south.
ROT is murder.
The staircases are ROT.
Arte Povera is ROT, Pop Art is not.
ROT is genocide of bees.
ROT is non-street.
ROT is afterlife.
Psychomagic is ROT.
ROT does not make (one) sense.
To be bored while others are having fun is ROT.
Ghost stories are ROT.
ROT is following some rules, and breaking them too.
To have nothing left to read about Dostoevsky and to binge on TikTok is (brain) ROT.
White cubes are ROT, period rooms are not.
ROT is passive citizenship.
ROT is electrical cables.
ROT is a shred of evil.
ROT is fidelity to the line.
ROT is the color of oxygen-laden blood.
ROT is Milan.
ROT is tears and gnashing of teeth.
Fire is ROT.
ROT is magnificence.
ROT is decontextualizing oneself.
Fountains are ROT.
Steel is very ROT.
ROT means "rot" in English.
ROT is several grams.
Being morbidly attached to memory is ROT.
ROT is Bergman.
ROT is furnishing a loft with Baroque paintings.
Gothic is ROT.
ROT is Fritz Lang.
Brutalism is ROT.
ROT is the threshold between solid and fluid.
De Chirico's paintings are ROT, Savinio's paintings are ROT.
ROT is an “Aristocratica” song.
ROT is serotine desolation.
Contemporary dance is ROT, hip hop is not.
ROT is interrupted conversation.
Back and neck are ROT.
ROT is unheroic.
ROT is cashmere and lycra.
Dostoevsky is ROT, Tolstoy is not.
ROT is aspiring for freedom by constructing rules.
Decorum is not ROT.
ROT is abundance but passion for the essential.
Mummies are very ROT.
ROT is having fun when others are bored.
Floor heating is ROT, thermostats not at all.
ROT is aspiring to perfection and then destroying it.
ROT is the outfit for singing an “Electrochoc.”
ROT is today's surrealist living room: a techno room.
ROT is 69.
ROT is improvising following the script.
ROT is doing everything at the wrong age.
ROT is taking a taxi.
ROT is persistently trying to define the indefinable.
Sudden changes of register are ROT.
Electrochoc is ROT.
ROT is “deep red oblique symmetry.”
ROT is spending more than you earn.
ROT is blown glass.
ROT is constant metamorphosis, without end and without end.
ROT is elephantine.
White flowers are ROT, violets are ROT, daisies are not.
ROT is exile on earth.
ROT is Teutonic harmony.
ROT is a dysfunctional family.
ROT is candy.
ROT is a body without organs.
ROT is ripping a cashmere dress while dancing to techno.
ROT is late spring.
ROT is staticity.
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