im the hugh jackman of youre not getting away w it
and they call it a mine
im the alex the great of bullsht
yall wanna know what alex the great sounded like
crossover from ww1 to 1920s paris
whats changed
‘everybody meets everybody’
a generation badly busted up by the horrors of war
and in need of a fix. wine, dining, dancing cigarettes. take the train to pamplona. bullfighting. the hotel montana
hemingway is great on the surface. a lively enough prose, character wise its seriously lacking but memorable. he doesnt seem to care
hemingway is a very self involved compartmentalizer of the world and everyone in it. most of all his friends. least of all people who clearly dont like him/. alright then jake
and now apparently his mighty iceberg theory
hes a massive piece of sht
in literary analysis [if ya wanna get into jung and language theory] hes a massive pos. lets see where i can fit in in all directions
hemingway is stilted
in an odd way. ah yes i am hemingway and then i take it youre this one and everything else am i correct good im glad to hear it. fkc france and the french together if you want to smoke then do cigars not cigarettes. at the least they can learn from us if we won the war. what is this a carnival
nah he does love the french