“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, February 19, 2023
Friday, February 17, 2023
Nobody can know what his/her/they/ver gender is
Nobody can Ever know about how to tell what gender That nobody is! Don't ever use pronouns! Just offends every one! What's the point of offending someone? Give up to get along! What ever! Dumb thing anyway!
Monday, February 13, 2023
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