December 2009
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A child, says the fable, having often amused himself by crying “Help! a wolf!” in order to disturb the labourers in the field, was one day devoured by a wolf, because those whom he had so often deceived no longer believed in his cries for help. It is the same with these unhappy women when they love seriously. They have lied so often that no one will believe them, and in the midst of their remorse...
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Perpetual Voids
It’s beginning to look a lot like Hell…uh, I mean Christmas.
Fuck