"We are the last decimal point of sexual calculation; the world turns like a rotten egg in its crate of straw. Now for the aluminium wings with which to fly to that far-off place, the bright country where Apis, the father of fornication, dwells." wow, and now my head is spinning ....because of him, Henry Miller...whoelse...from Tropics of Capricorn
6 May 2012
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