Lake-Side   Lugano   The world is terrible. Is proud. Glossy with lustre, like a conch at the curled-back lip. But terrible. Death, of course. But lovely. Now try your best to square this.   That's what we're doing, today. Been trying to. Inept. Enlacement of eight limbs, right? Then tangling. Mesh. Sweet exit.   […]

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