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ripe men & dew-ret flowers

non estou aquí por decisión propia pero estame gustando

Democracy
“The flag goes with the foul landscape, and our jargon muffles the drum…
Farewell here, no matter where. Conscripts of good will, ours will be a ferocious philosophy; ignorant as to science, rabid for comfort; and let the rest of the world croak. This is the real advance. Marching orders, let’s go!”

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“Magic flowers droned. The slopes cradled him. Beasts of fabulous elegance moved about. The clouds gathered over the high sea, formed of an eternity of hot tears.”