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Thursday, 20 August 2026
WHAT GLORY, MR. DIRECTOR ?
Genital pride –, to hell with the rays of art. Artists are just snotty brats who are no longer needed. Primitive nature reprocesses itself. What glory, Mr. Director? The poor, helpless, paralyzed poet, and his merchandise is not selling.
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