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“Our king was a wonderful personage who sometimes appeared in the form of a great cat. He had a red beard and eyes of greenish sapphire. He had been born uncountable times and was a legend in all worlds, known by a hundred different names. It never mattered into what circumstances he was born. He always lived the most extraordinary of lives.

“Our king was a wonderful personage who sometimes appeared in the form of a great cat. He had a red beard and eyes of greenish sapphire. He had been born uncountable times and was a legend in all worlds, known by a hundred different names. It never mattered into what circumstances he was born. He always lived the most extraordinary of lives.

And The Moon And The Stars And The World  //   Long walks at night-- that's what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off their beer-maddened husbands.

And The Moon And The Stars And The World // Long walks at night-- that's what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off their beer-maddened husbands.

Uit: Whore: “Actually, I had too many mothers, too many sanctimonious models reduced to a reinvented name, and maybe they really didn't believe in their God who was so thirsty for names, at least not to the end, maybe they were just looking for a pretext to separate from their family, .."

Uit: Whore: “Actually, I had too many mothers, too many sanctimonious models reduced to a reinvented name, and maybe they really didn't believe in their God who was so thirsty for names, at least not to the end, maybe they were just looking for a pretext to separate from their family, .."

Cachaca's good drink. It goes down and up and down all the right tracks, and then stops to warm up the corners that need it most.

Cachaca's good drink. It goes down and up and down all the right tracks, and then stops to warm up the corners that need it most.

Naar de daken //  Als ik opkijk is het nacht. De maan verschijnt, het is die uit de kindertijd: pips maar bont gemutst. Nu dwaalt mijn blik naar mijn werkeloze handen als gaf een herinnering af.

Naar de daken // Als ik opkijk is het nacht. De maan verschijnt, het is die uit de kindertijd: pips maar bont gemutst. Nu dwaalt mijn blik naar mijn werkeloze handen als gaf een herinnering af.

In memoriam matris //  Ik kan u niet geheel meer samenvinden - de winden woeien door mijn hoofd - hier is uw naam, uw beeld is ginder en uwe geuren zijn mij gansch ontroofd.

In memoriam matris // Ik kan u niet geheel meer samenvinden - de winden woeien door mijn hoofd - hier is uw naam, uw beeld is ginder en uwe geuren zijn mij gansch ontroofd.

"The world was opening itself, as if to allow, now that life was shortening, one long, passionate look, and all that had been withheld would finally be given.”

"The world was opening itself, as if to allow, now that life was shortening, one long, passionate look, and all that had been withheld would finally be given.”

I know a fine Lady Who swallowed a Tyger It roared and it ripped and it rumbled inside her.

I know a fine Lady Who swallowed a Tyger It roared and it ripped and it rumbled inside her.

There was nothing to attract the eye except the minarets of the ancient seminaries of Qala'un and Barquq, which loomed up like ghostly giants enjoying a night out by the light of the gleaming stars. I

There was nothing to attract the eye except the minarets of the ancient seminaries of Qala'un and Barquq, which loomed up like ghostly giants enjoying a night out by the light of the gleaming stars. I

Sein Geruchssinn war bereits wach genug, um ihn mit einem Mistgestank zu quälen.

Sein Geruchssinn war bereits wach genug, um ihn mit einem Mistgestank zu quälen.

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