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Marlovian

Language and good literature are like fine wine upon the lips. I cannot imagine a life without the written word. It`s the music which keeps the orchestra in my head playing on an endless loop of pleasure. Give me a book to read, and I`m as happy as a French man who has invented a pair of self removing trousers.

DAYS

Where have they gone? years stuffed in a pocket like a forgotten note tattered and worn.   Yesterdays left in corners half hidden by shadows found in scrapbooks or thrown […]
DAYS

STUFF

I screw things up it ups my stuff somewhere between everywhere and below the weakest puff I mix and match mess up names and dates one century to another everything […]
STUFF