... well you see, I've been livin' in the XVIII° for quite a long time now, and would ya believe it but the infamous Mr. Boronali used to live just right up the block from me, and yet we never met. We were even on that same 80 bus, never at the same time... (he wrote about that bus, he just loathed it, or loved it... ya can read about it, but ya gotta know french because he's like French & everything...)
When I finally met him in Tchernobyl last winter, he showed me this drawing of his little dog Twiggy... a strange feeling crept over me ... I had a flashback... and yes, I swear I remember seeing that dog as Boro swept out of a specialty shop in the neighborhood one winter : the dog, the leash, his shoe, the bottom of his overcoat (he's very well-dressed, or used to be !). A handsome man, with his dog & ex-girlfriend... that was the very first time I saw him.
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Damm ! I know that creep !
(i'm so sad, i've broken my famous sunglasses !)
verification word : "bentuo", my nickname within some lolita's wet dreams ....
Let me buy you a new pair !
Or would you rather go incognito ?
(mmmm... benuto : sounds like the box holding the geisha balls ...)
(wocij* damned ! Jean Paul II is talking to me again !)
(but you would think that along with word cerification, they could offer spell check too. I'm sure some eye doctor is collecting $$$ every time we hit that button !)
(zcimwyy * zzzz now ya see me/now ya don't !)
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