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Tuesday, June 20, 2006
The magician of evolution dissolved on her tongue: "...in your mouth... your mouth... your mouth... the flesh attains its truth by finding itself in absolute dismemberment..."
posted by G.d'A-L. or HARL or Ori Sapel at 12:13 PM
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