( Sexe libre pour chacun )

( Like blazing mighty suns )

( Stars End )

( Eater of hope )

Professor Bernard Hill, famous art dealer, helper of the poor, supporter of the depressed, lifter of the proletariat to a fair shake from the powerful, was barely aware that life teemed near him and swirled around him as he made a drunken-stumble towards the Eiffel Tower. In the blink of a few hours, the beautiful blonde witch, Elizabeth Anne l' ( Read more... )

Bernard stumbled out into the Parisian afternoon. Grey haze and wolf cries enveloped Bernard's mind. His eyes saw nothing in front of him of Paris. Only gastly images of spirits rending flesh, screams of pain, ghostly twirling visions of filth and stench, that seared him with teeming multitudes of claws at his body. Trees were hellbent with ( Read more... )

Bernard Hill make time quickly to the Louvre Museum with his Van Gogh nightscape. Ana Aiis was tied up at the side entrance where only shipments arrive to the consternation of the less-art astute, at a brick entrance adorned with a wrought-iron railing, rusted to the point of breaking by the climate. He notices a wide-eyed, straight-lipped man who ( Read more... )

Tucked underneath my jacket is the painting from the vendor I purchased just a moment ago from Marchand. The autograph on it stated it came from one "Van Gogh." I've heard inklings of participatory lauds from this relative unknown, but the dreamy cityscapes are a bit intense, and sure to eke intelligent conversation. Hopefully my newfound treasure ( Read more... )

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( The education )