I don't understand why vonoskar occasionally reskins into Neumann Morgenste
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Date: August 27th, 2020 3:22 PM Author: domesticated love of her life becky
When I see a vonoskar byline, I gird loins for full-throated, eye-watering scholarship coming in hot and heavy: a supersonic load to the face. We both know that our lives will have changed after I've finished eagerly devouring his substance.
Neumann Morgenste? Sounds like kind of a fag, tbh
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4612425&forum_id=2Reputation#40823180) |
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Date: August 27th, 2020 3:47 PM Author: lemon dashing whorehouse
"You ever catch yourself falling into a little stitch slip in the slipstream of time? Like, there you are standing on the precipice of the 2030s, welcoming another decade of human prowess when suddenly, BAM, you're thrust back into the 2010s, fully immersed in Gaga and Lorde and the slow unraveling of the economic and cultural forces behind the Schengen Accord? And it's all so sentimental, this chronologically asycnronous movement, letting you touch and smell and see things that you'd thought forever lost to the world but only for the lightest moment of time before you'll be pulled back into the brisk light of your then-present, all of it just as swiftly relegated from a living experience to a memory of a thing, inevitably fading with the passing of years, never to be the same as the moment of life when you were allowed to actually inhabit that other time? The changing of the monikers is sort of like that, friend."
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