Only the shallows know themselves. A week after I saw her at La Rhumerie, sat at the table with a commoner she asks me to sit and offer me a drink, as I put the potato booze down my throat, I feel her light foot atop of mine, so I assume she want to play house with Rudolph Vaselino, so we made a date. Her chambre de bonne was all dark few candles, all veils, incenses. Her name is Dagmar Webb. The Humane Society don't agree with me if I line up 5 singes play basketball against 7 feet tall bipeds, unfair to mankind, maybe we could use some elephantine to play quarterbacks to jazz up the game of football.
Sexless people transmits nothing.
D.-H. Lawrence Termites has been around since the dawn of mankind, they gnaw, make manure, eat, copulate, produce descendants, but men make art, so I go to art school. Ecole Superior du Design is near the house of Victor Hugo, in the Marais district, a sort of evening class for aspirant artists. Work is the curse of the drinking class. A woman 15 years younger has say yes to me. An American original, her sculpture is of an unique style and vision.