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andre-san, andre-san...
seven foot four
weighs a quarter ton!
Have you ever eaten iocaine and tried this?
This feels almost like the time I was awake in the silence before dawn and I was disoriented, shaking and shivering, having thrown up on the tile floor.
Maybe you can sing a mystical montage about the cliffs of insanity! Inconceivable! Or perhaps a blustering bolero about the dangers of the fire swamp!
the doors were executed! how perfectly deviant!
There's only one Wallace Shawn in this duel !
Iocaine varies between neon pink and medium sea blue.
...when I went to the Revolutionary country, it wasn't like the lies I'd heard about it. There were lots of soldiers, that was a fact, but to me they looked more like shepherds in Renaissance paintings. Their green uniforms looked like pyjamas. I was very refreshed. I talked with officials who got to their offices at dawn - they were all very tired, but very polite, gentle, humorous - some were warm, some seemed wistful. One day I stopped in a public square, and I wrote in my notebook the romantic sentence: 'These shy smiles are like a garden for me.' I stayed in an eccentric expensive hotel, and the ice-cream there seemed to me like a drug - delicioius, perfect, light and aromatic. I couldn't get enough of this amazing ice-cream. A journalist I met who was staying at the hotel explained that it didn't make sense to admire a revolution because of its ice-cream, because it really could be considered an imperfection in the revolution that resources would be devoted to making ice-cream at all when some people still didn't have enough to eat. His remark was valid, but he missed the point: the ice-cream was charming.
I continued my trip, and decided to go to more poor countries. I went to poor countries whose names were written on no t-shirts, where the soldiers had strange expressions on their faces, were wealthy families sat in glittering restaurants eating plate after plate of multi-coloured ice-cream, but when I tasted the ice-cream, every flavour tasted the same, and none were delicious...
Never go up against a Sicilian when Death is on the line !