I've heard so much Oscar Wilde talk lately! I learned the other day that his supposed last words were "Either that wallpaper goes, or I do." And Laurel told me not ten minutes ago that she visited his grave. It's in the same cemetary as Jim Morrison and Edith Piaf! I've also repeatedly brought up lately (due to mass amounts of essay writing) how one at first thinks that writing about The Picture of Dorian Gray is really easy, but in practice it's the anal rape of literary analysis. We are clearly surfing on the same mental wave, sister.
Clearly! Of all the apocryphal last words I've heard of, his are certainly my favourite. Yes Père Lachaise, I`ve never been... let`s get there! I'm sorry to hear you`re experiencing anal rape at his hands... I wonder what he`d make of that.
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We are clearly surfing on the same mental wave, sister.
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Of all the apocryphal last words I've heard of, his are certainly my favourite.
Yes Père Lachaise, I`ve never been... let`s get there!
I'm sorry to hear you`re experiencing anal rape at his hands... I wonder what he`d make of that.
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