Standing on his head, he viewed the world. Up the skirts of women and down the noses of stars, he viewed the world. Such a love there was out there but not with him. He grew tired at the thought of love, and crazy at the blood rush in his head which was growing ever redder. A smile was a frown, standing on his head
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Awe-inspiring.
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