Is it safe to assume you're jocking again, Erminia? Since no-one's
keeping you here against your will . . .
Trevor
>I can see no discussion going on here on the list at the moment.
>It is a pile of fatuous, fatic speech.
>>From the point of view of polyglossia, is the desert, guys.
>
>For the creative literary consciousness, a cemetry of imitation,
>replication, pseudo-friendships. These parodic-travestying are as sterile
>as a dead hen.
>The museum of the false.
>
>e[p]
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