Words from today to stir a new tomorrow from yesterday
On se gratte la peau, on nettoie les cils. On boit de l’eau infestée de typhii
Ils se grattent la peau, et ils boivent du Lestac, dehors sous des corps la terre saigne.
The cats have given way to the lions, which is but normal, And the dogs have left the hyenas too, which is but normal. The
May never come. The orcs hold up the putrid decay once a man’s foot Sniff it and toss it into the cauldron, and scratch The
When I think of the wars in Cameroon, my mind goes to Asa’s Fire on the Mountain: “Could it be love for your country, or
No ! You’d think “Maybe” if you listened to the complaints about Sogea-Satom’s slow operation lasting beyond schedule and creating craters cradling cars to sleep
11died today at #kolofata..but who cares?
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