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Daughter-girl gets one piece of paper after another, writes a big H on each one, screws them up, starts again.

Me: What are you doing?

Daughter: Designing my poster for my hallowe’en party.

Me: You do realise that it’s two months away …

Daughter: Ssh … you’re distracting me.

Posts from the Twenty-Fifth Century

We feel sorry for young people. It must be tough for them. We all aspire to be old, when respect is visited upon us.

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Anna Karina

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Anna Karina

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Posts from the Twenty-Fifth Century

Sleep is a human right afforded to nearly everyone in our era. Much like food in your era.

Tags: 2414 future

Posts from the Twenty-Fifth Century

We freed ourselves from the burden of news. We do not know anything about anything except our own business.

Tags: 2414 future

Posts from the Twenty-Fifth Century

People always know how other people feel about them. Always.

Tags: 2414 future

Q Tips # 1232

The queer love need not be sexual or romantic. It transcends. Transcend with me. Everything is possible.

Tags: love

Q Tips # 1231

Fascination happens in the curious exchange of a few cryptic words.