last night i dreamt making my way through vending machines and bodybags in paris metro to get my (messenger) bag upstairs. there were roadworks on the opposite corner of the odeon stop. a man with deformed hands. more bodies folded in a white car all taped up. serif font. fortunately i know where most of this comes from.
for about seven glorious minutes today i watched the tour pres.er live. as in, first there was clapping and then somebody in a suit was posing all alone with the route. yes, a suit.
i know i haven't commented on operacion we want the sweet meats yet, but
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