Postimees

"Casanova used to run his fingers, his hands up the ladies dresses as men were torn apart in the king's courtyard; but Casanova died too, just an old guy with a big cock and a long tongue and no guts at all. to say he lived well is true. the ladies usually go for the biggest damn fool they can find; that is why the human race stands where it does today: we have bred the clever and lasting Casanovas, all hollow inside, like the chocolate Easter bunnies we foster upon our poor children./---/the only thing that has kept me from being assassinated is that I am small shit, I have no politics, I observe. I have no sides except the side of the human spirit, whist after all does sound shallow, like a pitchman, but which means mostly my spirit, which means yours too, for if I am not truly alive, how can I see you?" ~ C. Bukowski

Fake faking, so you wouldn't have to be fake, while not forgetting that you're faking, so not to lose oneself....Confusing? You have no idea.

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