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mardi, 12 novembre 2013

I'm 39, so be it

——↨—— When the sotnik entered the dača (or dætʃə, as friends would have it), the children were all gathered around their mother.

Oddly enough, she was wearing a sotana. 

‘No need to be tossy, Lordy’, she solemnly declared.

‘For fuck's sake’, he ejaculated, ‘I'm not dealing in soterology’. —▬←▬→—

Jackoclocks

Something I post not because I'm completely convinced, far from it, but because of the weird words used : “Music that tries to be something that something else has been may be thrown aside as worthless. It will not endure although it may sometimes please the zanies and jackoclocks of a generation.” (Carl Van Vechten)