Sometimes there's really nothing to complain about, is there? No winter, no perfect, fresh lemons @ $1.50 a bag. And no tamarillos. What does everyone else call them? Tree tomatoes? Devil bollocks? Let's just say Cyphomandra betacea.
What is freedom, when it is all that remains to you? In exile two brothers pursue an anarchist's trajectory, from an old world into the new, from East to West, subject always to the pleasures & horrors of an enduring flesh, to the ironies of karma & impunity. Love bears thorns, the lost return & the dead are haunted by the living. E P I C D A R K F I C T I O N
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