This blog is dedicated to the individual mystery of Hitler's mustache and my book of poems Hitler's Mustache. This blog celebrates nothing that is fascist, anti-Semitic, or Hitleresque-- except his mustache, which is recognized as an emblem of the folly of his ideas and an example of the anomaly that is seemingly always in our midst. Otherwise, it's just music and whatnot.
And of course both of them are presently sleeping safely upstairs. And there is nothing I'd prefer other than what is absolutely now. People, I am living a life that is full of correct photographs. Yet, in a way that isn't detectable, even this sentence is slipping into the past. Good gracious, I want to add, the mouth that is my mouth whistles at the sweet girls!
posted by peter at 10:45 PM
a table, a light, a stapler, a pen, some paper, a printer, a computer, a wall, a picture, a postcard, an etc.
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