Nabokovian, Proustian, Kafkaesque, Poeish clack of horses hooves canter two two quick four
I am writing in the postprandial style of louche equanimity, albeit more supine than sanguine, more blandishment than disestablishment, but mined from the Nabokovian, Proustian, Kafkaesque (who for 'sound'), Poeish clack of equestrianism, horses hooves whose canter two, two, quick four, require 'So What' sublimite, meet Miles, @dougmeet, on Aug 3, 2020 at 5:39am PDT
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πππ Well Doug … #Meet my mirror! π 'Wisdom's griev'd eye foresaw her empire doom'd,. When her own walls her ... Behold the first rude walls of humble mud; ... A sordid, sanguine, false, inconstant herd ...'