Bandits with planes and Moors, bandits with finger-rings and duchesses, bandits with black friars spattering blessings came through the sky to kill children and the blood of children ran through the streets without fuss, like children's blood. Jackals that the jackals would despise, stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out, vipers that the vipers would abominate! Neruda
Shiver me timbers
Why let small things like being born two hundred years too late or having both legs stop you? Grab your
pirate name and sail out on to the high seas...
Me? I'm First Mate Paul the Surly. Arrrrrhhhh, me hearties!
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