Every spectator is a plotter, if he tries to explain a word (to know!) From his padded refuge of serpentine complications,
he allows his instincts to be manipulated. Whence the sorrows of conjugal life. To be plain: The amusement of redbellies in the mills of empty skulls.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
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