“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
Sunday, April 10, 2022
Dada poem6
Days of him are 5 years old.
Good luck with your blue eyes that look like Hitler!
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