Vladimir Nabokov My friend, I`m really just sorry... My friend, I'm really just sorry about who, in secret blindness, passing all length of the green alley, just can not notice on leaves the striking network of the streaks and points of the tubercles or even the serrated tracks from saws of the blue-horned slugs.
Sunday, January 5, 2020
Dada prose
I don't know what reality is. You think that you can understand reality,and you can understand reality. I don't know what to make of the warning signs and symptoms of the disease control! We are not meant to understand everything that is not needed to know about viruses. We don't ponder the world! This is a very important part of the world as we know it,and the world as we know it is not appropriate for real estate agents to know about! You are confusing God with the Bible. You think that you are not operating according to a narrative.We are not meant for the craziness of dialectical materialism. The new Copernican revolution comes soon as we know it,and the world says that you can understand truth and reality. God is power in the world,and I am not knowing of the masculinity and girls club of the world as we know it. That is not reality show about a video on the logos.
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劝君莫惜金缕衣, 劝君惜取少年时。 花开堪折直须折, 莫待无花空折枝。 Covet not a gold-threaded robe, Cherish only your young days! If a bud blooms, gather it, Lest you but...
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