The Fleece Sleeps | episode 2 | La petite boutique erreurs
...but what's the connection between two genuflections? Between two blowjobs? Between two genu-fella xions? Have we ever had intercourse?
Alone or accompanied
...but what's the connection between two genuflections? Between two blowjobs? Between two genu-fella xions? Have we ever had intercourse?
Artists really do make up a breed of misery that I loathe. Worse still, the art lover: the idiot ends up in a pure state...
"Please find my wife, but don't call my parents..." Driving the wrong way in search of vehicle collisions, crumpled metal sheets and regain the memory of his atoms.
The path to hell is paved with good feelings as much as the road to the Wizard of Oz is paved with sparkling golden bricks. Nociousness.
I'm not going to tell you what it says, because I hope it doesn't say anything, nothing that's being said anyway. No stories.
No, there is no such thing as "freedom of expression", just as there are limits on freedom, it's called the law ...
How long will the indignation in its flamboyant expression last, when people start obeying and denying their identity again the very next day?
I'm testifying from where I am. As a good archaeologist, I create my own ruin. The loneliness of the fields of childhood is not the same as the loneliness of the fields of adulthood.
The civilization of the individual is a personal act that leads him to question his own situation between savagery and the "product" of culture.
Love is like an enriched ore. In its pure state, it destroys the inner self. To keep it at a distance is not selfishness, quite the contrary.