it ain't the outside airit ain't desire
it ain't a fever
could it be anticipation?
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Don't expect to be uplifted. I'll see to it that it doesn't happen. Aqui ofereço-vos o que me apetecer e não há quem me impeça. E perguntam-me vocês 'mas em que língua vais escrever?' ao que eu respondo 'quem me dera saber'. Here I offer you anything I feel like, and you can't stop me. So drop by and say 'thanks' or 'how dare you' or '[fill in the gap]'.
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- Crónicas de uns papás muito babados
- Dreadasister
- Esta lua nova
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- In terram exire
- Interlocutora invisível
- Jaipuriano
- Momentos a sós
- Num balão
- O cagarro
- Paulina Virgínia... a %#§\
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4 comentários:
stay calm. you are the world's leading specialist on this topic, we all know - so you're really giving a small symposium for a couple of guys who know a bit and would love to be enlightened even more and straight from the horse's mouth at that, and a wider audience (i.e. us!) who can but learn from whatever interesting morsels you chuck at them...
Cheers for the reassurance. I liked the open-endedness of your comment, thereby hangs a tale. Possibly a happy one.
But say, pray, when will *your* temperature begin to rise?
one is, mon ami, in the afterburner right now as we speak.
for the Scot, particulairement as s/he is a PhDing one, is very much in preference of extending the warmth, for it is among the things that are rare in this country of professional winds. hence, the ancient and agreed procedure sees the subject first in the direct heat of writing everything up within some predecided timeframe. then, as yonder radiation dies down and leaves the body, arcane preparations are made for a very small grill party of a mere three, and behind closed doors (for the Scot knows fully well that small and closed rooms are easier to warm up than large open halls). provided that the returns of this event are on the desirable, the candidate is left well alone and covered, to stew out in their own time and juices the Holy Revisions of what had been written before. (For lo!, well aware is The Scot that those words were not set in stone but only in 12pt Palatino.) When these final confections have found the benevolent smile of One Who Is In The Say, then - and only then - one shall be eligible for the old and time-honoured graduation ceremony that involves the very breeches of John Knox and resembles nothing so much like... uhm, production line assembly?
Hence, consider me braised to near-perfect tenderness - it should be a mere matter of days until the shedding of the lid...
Alright, my friend. After this exposé I have stopped complaining about the moroseness of Netherlandish procedures.
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