“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.”

E. Hemingway.
"París era una fiesta"

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Maguer que yo sea asaz de sufrido

The name of this song is Penguin in bondage, an' it's a song that deals with the possible variations on a basic theme which is...well, you understand what a basic theme is. And then the variations include manoeuvres that might be executed with the aid of  extra-terrestrial gratification and devices which might or might not be supplied in a local department store or perhaps a drugstore, but at very least in one of those fancy new shops that they advertise in the
back-pages of the free press.
This song suggests to the suggestible listener that the ordinary procedure that I am circumlocuting at this present time in order to get this text on television, is that if you wanna do something other than what you thought you were gonna do when you first took your clothes off and you just happened to have some devices around, then it's, it's not only okay to get into the
paraphernalia of it all but...hey!

Frank Zappa

Hay galimatías y galimatías, y esta es una de esas para coserlas en un bies del refajo, ese que sobresale cuando cruzas la pierna.

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