Today I reach the age of Dennis, the filth-digging peasant who loathes the self-perpetuating autocracy in spite of which his autonomous collective operates.
He’s not old, you see. He’s 37.
He’s not old.
a weblog by Paul Fidalgo
Today I reach the age of Dennis, the filth-digging peasant who loathes the self-perpetuating autocracy in spite of which his autonomous collective operates.
He’s not old, you see. He’s 37.
He’s not old.