Schools of many Volksters throve. They spoke the tounge of black ink. Volksters walked with the worst and best, the naked and the dressed. Pamphlets all afluttering about. And taking tea they sat with me, so that we may cordially work it out.
Friday, March 29, 2002
In the City we see gardens teem.
Schools of many Volksters throve. They spoke the tounge of black ink. Volksters walked with the worst and best, the naked and the dressed. Pamphlets all afluttering about. And taking tea they sat with me, so that we may cordially work it out.
Friday, January 4, 2002
Monday, January 1, 2001
The Volkster
The Volkster is for Volksters, those commendable & tireless champions of Antipodeanism.
We are diverse. We relish the exotic notes of the south. We fashion our own invention. We are Volkster.
Welcome to to our sou-sou-AntipArcadia.
We are diverse. We relish the exotic notes of the south. We fashion our own invention. We are Volkster.
Welcome to to our sou-sou-AntipArcadia.
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