In these times of low inspiration, I am inspired too little. A cap, a word, asceticism or a crust. The extrapolation of a series of straws that come to pull out of my eyes does not surprise me that much. They are shortsighted, you know? And I see no tubes without lenses. But then, for mere malice or retaliation, I threw on the beam that you pretend not to see. Then whispers and think that maybe a dignified retreat is something very Acconcia. Now they come across a joke and left her there to pick up common sense.
[photo by AForAdultery ]
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