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Malapartes frozen monuments, the icy "traffic cops" pointing the way to Moscow point out to  me how far we have not come. Curzio's wounded moose bleeding life upon the icy lake attending medics fussing in concern. Hypocrisy? Compassion? Shall our Fate mimic that  of The Horses of  Ladoga. Panicked as the phase shift of our barbarity encapsulates us in the ashes of this most wonderful contrasting world
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC
Kaputt
Malapartes frozen monuments, the icy "traffic cops" pointing the way to Moscow point out to  me how far we have not come. Curzio's wounded moose bleeding life upon the icy lake attending medics fussing in concern. Hypocrisy? Compassion? Shall our Fate mimic that  of The Horses of  Ladoga. Panicked as the phase shift of our barbarity encapsulates us in the ashes of this most wonderful contrasting world
dark thoughts.public by mistake
zen-beastie
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC
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