there is a literature that does not reach the voracious mass. it is the work of creators, issued from a real necessity in the author, produced for himself. it expresses the knowledge of a supreme ego...
UnCle Tt how you've clanged. The Rong foot. You old centaur. What approximate health is it reaches inside the voracious looming of your >>>>> guts? Come again to this. Hour. of its Bliss. I've hear the call. Non_I, no I.
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Paris, 1958. working on the Villon anagrams.
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Paris, 1958. working on the Villon anagrams.
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It was the street and the lamp the flagstone and
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