...there was no music in the music...there was no tune to whistle...the rhythm was the march that created unthinking unity...so, to the top of the hill they went. There was a man there..... who ate the world.

"The Connoisseur" 1/1  15:01:19


"Novo Jornalista"  1/1 14:01:19

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