Josef's journal

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Beer and Doer

Ok here we go. My first reaction, when some notification appeared that my name had been uttered, was: WhO dIsTuRbS My sLuMbEr? () That joy had me sit, and write the following: For I had been exploring the unknown continent, its golden cities and living clouds, for weeks, without a word. When some letter found its way to me, its ink faded from the sea voyage, enquiring about matters so home-bound as to appear foreign: a quarrel about definitions, from the Royal Society of leathery arm…