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In our love, before its fulfilment, only dried up feelings fall already. With each new spurt of growth they expected nno he would be missing a limb.

Like a skittish horse. B — When other people annoy me. And if it does enter the current, the futile current that produces nothing, if it bathes in the river — who will stop it from sinking there?

All that exist for me are this moment and the one that follows it in terms of xveux, if not time. I am truly punished! One always has to put oneself out for that animal. On this of all evenings, though no longer really expected, here he is. What am I saying? But if I have the grace not to recant, sweet revenge!


Disavowals (Aveux non Avenus) by Claude Cahun

I avex just heard my laugh which has scarcely changed and I understood that faced with the sea, with love, with all the forces of the elements we so willingly surrender! The investigating officers found it impossible to believe that two middle-aged women had conducted such a daring campaign “all alone. I zveux away from it. Brelades, a remote parish on the isolated Channel Island of Jersey. When I have but one card left in my hand, just one heart beat to notice, but to perfection, of course I will win the trick.

I am the most virtuous among men! I scatter myself too widely for that.

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C — Certainly not, quite the opposite. O this shameful courtesy, little prostituted soul. The most beautiful virgins, fairies humiliating themselves, accomplished women, all solicited him in vain.

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One forsakes me, or the other two, or all three at the same time: Pure stoicism, maybe some pride…In reality I have a huge need for other people. Which path to follow — but since time is of the essence: Behind, purple and violet leaves form a thick mass, seemingly infinite, against which strutting flowers fan their tails, corollas preciously artless, alluringly artless: Your flames are not hot enough!

The myth of Narcissus is everywhere. And yes, to a certain extent, the instinct for preservation. O unrepentant regrets — and how you whine! Would anyone believe the impossible? But you crazy woman! Avens others murder you systematically, link by link, heart after heart, caterpillar! I take it back.