marcomaisetti
10 dec 18
DeRank ™: 11,21
She who fluttered happily from shit to shit, ceased to live in a book of philosophical hermeneutics. She was dying, transforming into a wrong accent on the initial consonant of my name. Perhaps a warning for those who had watched that last flutter of wings, confusing it with the last breath of a sax that came back to life only in its memory. La Morte Della Mosca (2006 Digital Remastered)
DeBaser says
right now