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RE: Talk Channel: "Comment or ask a question"/ Comente o pregunte (week 271) in the WOX
It means we love, art, for art's sake. And we're not thinking about writing a beloved journal. Although I should finish painting and change my muse. Write. Dear Diary. It seems that children are not brought by storks or anything... they are made by the grown-ups... in the rooms.... (with the permission of the master G. Vidal) I take your words of nomad.
Or maybe. Dear diary.
I keep the body of this pig, which drooled on me, in the basement. The flies have integrated, gradually, into the landscape. The kitchen keeps me busy between incense, to alleviate the stink. Potatoes, they can't grow in the dark. I can imagine the terrible decomposition and the infernal language of these flies coming out of their mouths.
Potatoes could grow in the dark but in the end they need light. How about ordering a bulldozer and flattening the house to arrange that? Would anyone dig up the body or look for crushed by bricks and zinc on a rainy day?
Diary, I forgot to tell you there's a guy laying around at the river site. You know the one Devil found...
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