a snippet from Eli's travel diary:
in Marseilles-
"Snack-bar girl at the station: 'Where are you from?' N.Y. 'Oh... I thought maybe you are a slave.' Do I look that tired? 'You know... like from my country, Czech.' Oh, a Slav..."
This blog was formerly called hooey: full of blatherskite, bosh, claptrap, double-talk, flapdoodle, drivel, pishposh, rubbish, twaddle; gibberish, babble, Greek, jabber, jabberwocky, nonsense, skimble-skamble. now, it's more like an empty stage around here. feel free to wander around the wings. don't trip on any props.
a snippet from Eli's travel diary:
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