Als kunstenaar
Als kunstenaar was je wel origineel, maar hoe doe je het als crimineel? "Nou", zei louche Bert, "ik smokkel de drugs in blikken snert."
Oh the wonder of subjectivity!
Parasite subdivide erudite blundering souls with no rewards the stillness of aging! halflove The rocky hills and mountains, like teeth outside of me the hum of household machines and me, still there, faithful to the secret of being the present person who sat there and felt that