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