“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, June 25, 2023
Dada poem
Range the ge ge geg eg e he g e he tent
Edge the the th Brent eye tab ssf barber
Ethernet meth barber debts debts by are the
Enter gene th feather enter b bar fever the sgbfbs
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