bo-ho nat crashes a bashful new year's party, 2005
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When the endless servitude of woman is overthrown, when she will live for herself and by herself, man,--hitherto abominable,--having given her her release, she will be a poet also! Woman will discover some of the unknown! Will her worlds of ideas differ from ours?--She will discover strange, unfathomable, repellent, delicious things; we shall take them, we shall comprehend them. (Arthur Rimbaud)
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