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They even have flying prostitu…

They even have flying prostitutes

dixit

«“to the last I grapple with thee; from Hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake, I spit my last breath at thee.»

dixit

«This book is not of today or of the future.
It tells of no place.
It serves no cause, party or class.
It has a moral which grows on the pillar of understanding:
“The mediator between brain and muscle must be the Heart.”»

Christmas eve

December, the 24th. I help him to fill the recycling bins with some old mail.
I asked him why and imagined tired, melancholic, anger, end of line, as possible answers.
He then told me how much he liked the idea of 2009’s bad news arriving wrapped in his old love stories.

80 years