To have found a man-of-the-book
in this little pestilent dumpsville botox filled Source place
"Nothing could wipe the actual REAL smile off of my face"
"seeing it upon your shelf
""pray tell me sir does it sell?
surely not, i mean it attacketh all of "them"
and their paucity of ;human; being
wealth"
The smile on his face unlike every prior
unread bookman, at last one real MAN
who knows what literature, is for...
attacking especially his own, not very merry
Waitrose bagged, bejowled and saggy, fayre
