November 22, 2009
November 19, 2009

“So what kind of girl do you like, John?”

“My wife.”

“And you George?”

“John’s wife.”

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Blancs de lunes particulières
Aux pialats ronds,
Entrechoquez vos genouillères
Mes laiderons !

(Whitened by peculiar moons
With round staring eyes,
Knock your kneecaps together,
My ugly ones!)

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November 13, 2009
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