But the lil children know
They listen to the beating of their blood
A kind of a "dangerous supplement", marked, scarred on a body, post-orgasmically, always, already in anticipation of (a) crisis OR for a desert avec 'agape'. Mindb(l)ogg(l)ing Noise. "Avalanche, would you share my last pursuit?" (Baudelaire)
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4 comments:
It's a disgrace really. A bullfighter that deserves its name needs to be of a certain age, because this art form demands the awareness that without a certain mood for mourning, without a certain appreciation of loss, without a graceful acceptance of (and bowing to) the moment it cannot be the sublime blend of serving the communal tradition and asserting a dying self.
Really. Grace, mourning, death, community, time, fructures subjectivity. This is X-rated stuff.
GalaXXXy: 8-12 of the second.
Over %.
dimitris i need to talk to u!:) can u provide me with ur email again?
morfeas9
demetris_taliotis@yahoo.com
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