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Avant la mort, je panique... comme un hiver morne, gel couvrant tous. Ete... vous dehors la?
My broken, broken french! And I can't figure out how to get the accents to show up. Ah well. C'est la vie, oui?! Har har. I'm like a 19th century Russian aritsocrat. My french sucks and my accent's phony, but somehow a different language can convey the certain... urgency that one's native language just doesn't.
Everyone describes the world with a different arsenal of colors.
I am coming back to the original idea of what I am. Original as in the stability and calm of one month ago. On the big speakers: Erik Satie, Troi Gymnopedies. A time for reflection. An update from this satellite dish, to follow.
My broken, broken french! And I can't figure out how to get the accents to show up. Ah well. C'est la vie, oui?! Har har. I'm like a 19th century Russian aritsocrat. My french sucks and my accent's phony, but somehow a different language can convey the certain... urgency that one's native language just doesn't.
Everyone describes the world with a different arsenal of colors.
I am coming back to the original idea of what I am. Original as in the stability and calm of one month ago. On the big speakers: Erik Satie, Troi Gymnopedies. A time for reflection. An update from this satellite dish, to follow.
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