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Post by Dave Besseling on Jul 9, 2007 17:02:07 GMT -5
GMT + 2 Europe Italy Tuscany 43 47 00 N 011 15 00 E . FLORENCE . There is a statue of a big fuckin’ pig in this town, An evil looking thing - oinking at unmeaning's weaning teat. . A ruse to tickle the sheep's diffident bleat that hovers and hangs precipitously over the Duomo's sidewalk's streets. The baptistery - Stubby, black and white – like a pre-war T.V. Dante’s been there, snap some pictures then go eat. I wanna sit down. . Aged naturally (just leave ‘er be) is the call of sectarian clarion going round. No need to scrub or to fear dirt and rainwater on their way down. The souls of the faithful departed agree, after all, they run this town. . Anachronistic catechesis to draw the punters in. To dutifully backstroke the mucky old Arno, then murkily, stoically, to drown. .
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