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A torrent. A cloud burst. Cats. Dogs. Now and then, spit.  An oily smear across the t.A single droplet dotting the i. The passage of water eats wordsthe stutter of consonantsa paragraph that can not swim A voiding of the vowels.

diplomant 2.0

\”Every truth passes through three stages before it is recognized. In the first, it is ridiculed. In the second, it is opposed. In the third, it is regarded as self evident.\” – Arthur Schopenhauer All flight paths to perdition converged on P\’Yongyang. A ridiculous haircut.     He sat snuffling Cointreau like a spoiled little bitch. All

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\”you cannot shake hands with a clenched fist.\” – Indira Ghandi Me and my dick have seen better times.     I say this, in part, to rattle an acquaintance so anal grammatical treatises are practically dropping out of her arse.     In the main, I mention it as a nod to fumbled moments better spent.     That which