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is an excitable, pop-trendy shellback who admires good jawlines, camels, original last names, the color yellow, french and feather pens.
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22 April, 2008
Paris
Charles Bukowski
never
even in calmer times
have I ever
dreamed of
bicycling through that
city
wearing a
beret
and Camus
always rather
pissed
me.
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