Here again, trying to build out of a few words anything
that can be swallowed by common man -my source of power rather
than inspiration-. The time to write wisdom beverages is gone, no nutritional letters can come out of this seed grown in english gardens. Poisson is my aim oh!...
but I should content myself with some middle class coctel.
Hate me! -do I really feel better writing me this way? what da fuck am I doing? hating, to uplift my spirit without courage; writing, to sell myself, no question about it.
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