s about young Frankfurt doctor Heinrich Hoffmann at night in 1844 when he wanted to baptize his three-year-old son Carl a picture book, he found one among all those that the bookseller put in for him, based on demands for easy comprehension. When he got home, he brought a notebook with him, which he handed over to his wife with the words: "Here I have what we need", and to the astonished exclamation: "This is an empty notebook!
he replied: "Yes, but I want to make a picture book for the boy myself." It was not for nothing that...
I had no language, not for irritability, nor joy, nor for any of them. I understand myself and others so damn blurry, until I say, damn, yes, do it, please, let's fuck this thing, today, and I did it. I took myself and a prescription to be transgender and now I'm
nude girl, under my shirt, wet cat, fresh blood Shakespeare & Co., The United States