I stepped in, telling the white Dutch man to calm down and desist in his attacks on the nut-seller’s faith.
I could not help but notice the inevitable lingering scent of marijuana
my usually meticulous attention to detail
I sometimes doubt the validity of this work.
flopping back and forth as one tries to get on with the now-marred pleasure of reading your crown jewels.
I note that you once called yourself a ‘beer-lover’ and on another separate occasion you described how you used to frequent parties with ‘thoughtfully chosen wine’.
coral pink Prince-of-Wales with thick mother-of-pearl buttons
I felt very much at home, sitting in the darkened corner of a timeless café devouring Kafka!
Aesthetically, I find it outrageously jarring
(no one feels more shame and hatred for our colonial past than I)