Heat
We lay there in languidity, expressing delight at any gnat's fart of a breeze.
posted by le Comte de Saint Germain | 2:36 PM
Notes of an Immortal Alchemist
"These fools of Parisians, believe that I am five hundred years old. I confirm them in this idea because I see that it gives them much pleasure -- not that I am not infinitely older than I appear."
- Collecting ones thoughts
- Mislabelled Pessimism
- Deflecting Apologies
- The Universe is Eccentric
- Character
- The eye of the needle
- Of the eleventh hour of the eleventh day
- End of the vine
- Let them eat cake
- They may not own you, but they will sell you.
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