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i proudly welcome victor margolin’s “support cornography!”.
at the corntemporary museum one can understand that culture is everywhere…

i guess they do not have donkeys here - cranbrook academy of art.

different things can happen once you’ve put your life in somebody else’s hands.
how long can a donkey stand that?

(featuring g. & s.)

there are days one can feel as if it were the night in which all donkeys are black…

yesterday i’ve learnt everybody should wear gloves: you never know, you could need them to better catch ice and snow falling.

once upon a time, it happend i looked at my self thinking i could be like everybody else: “i’ve got two ears, i’ve got two eyes, i’ve got mouth and teeths… where’s the difference?”.
one day i stopped that. i am just a donkey, that’s all i am.

last week i was in venice. here i am, just arrived, outside the train station, with “ponte degli scalzi” in a short distance.

it’s a nice bridge, even donkeys can walk it, and you have a first pleasant view on the grand canal.

just after i crossed it, i looked right and… cannot believe it!, another bridge.

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sometimes you feel some words come to your mind as wounds emerging through a gauze, and those words impress your world.