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The Ides of March by Sir Edward Poynter, 1883.
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do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup
do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup
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Die Nacht im Walde
under the moon on the moss / under månen på mosen
by KNECHTER
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the brazilian wandering spider’s venom can give you an erection lasting for hours
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Kyozo
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