Blue notebook no. 2
Once there was a redheaded man without eyes and without ears. He had no hair either, so that he was a redhead was just something they said.
He could not speak, for he had no mouth. He had no nose either.
He didn't even have arms or legs. He had no stomach either, and he had no back, and he had no spine, and no intestines of any kind. He didn't have anything at all. So it is hard to understand whom we are really talking about.
So it is probably best not to talk about him any more.
Short stories by Daniil Kharms
— Paul Fussell
1 hour ago
3 coisos:
O Carnaval não me diz nada mas isto eu compro. Lava-lhe a perna esquerda, no entanto. (Vê o vídeo do making of).
Se estiveres interessado em ouvir what's new. Ouve as Care Bears on Fire. Que fazer? Gosto de gajas e de punk. Ou os Jucifer, doom, a música que hei-de ouvir quando habitar o Inferno.
Alfred Kubin é um artista que subiu a montanha.
Bom tenho que me isolar, não na montanha, se não nunca mais acabo o post, que tem umas coisas interessantes.
Do you think he was high when he wrote that? Or just a little weird? It was a lovely story, anyhow. I think I will save it!
Oh my a do carnaval...
Kubin é sempre vem vindo Táxi.
Gajas e punk e post-punk também gosto.
Lolita: just a little weird :)
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