Michal is wrestling with the concept of reinforcing his run-of-the-mill Fiction Corpus with a history of canvas wall art; cites fatigue
Posted:
I don't doubt the idea of utilizing English as the world's second language. I do doubt the unnewsworthy recipe by which the English language is presented for study.
Fortifying one's expertness with a language isn't like launching a stronger wheelbarrow. A language - a spoken tongue - isn't merely an instrument that you can teach yourself to wield with a greater amount of precision. A language cannot be bisected from the shared logic of a clan of people of which it is a description. A language isn't recited; it happens - and keeps happening as long as a circle of people keeps using it.
Teaching a pupil to recite English is to strip her of its cultural context. An informed teacher must prepare a plan for introducing it; the perceptive student goes out to seek it.
A dictionary has the potential to be an influential tool. The best dictionaries describe words on the basis of a specific corpus, a set of written works of various size and consistency. A corpus might contain everything from a book about literature to some truly brilliant kindergarten stories. I suffered many a sleepless night creating my "heroic" Fiction Corpus in order to form a peculiar kind of dictionary based on the ability of one man to tell a story in myriad forms. It is a labor of love and listening.
I have prepared a million words and I have codified them, reformulating them - not merely to teach English vocabulary but to reveal the human soul, and to prod that spirit or soul not just to recite but to happen.
A word can represent many things. First and foremost it represents a type of gesture. A specific way of speaking. A specific way of inscribing a mark. A specific way of moving your hand. To know one of these kinds of gestures is to know how to pronounce the word state in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word state, you will need to know what other people are made to think when you make the gesture. You will never have complete awareness of or control over the associations or identities that are invoked by a set of words, but you can know what was and what is a single word's jointly accepted definition, at least for a given place, thereby tracing a direction which will help you to understand what kinds of associations and identities are driving its use.
By using the word yourself, you enter into a long-standing albeit oftentimes unconscious debate over its definition, forever entangling yourself into the history of its use. The way you use it, and which other words you use it with carries weight.
The more you know about where the word state is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of State
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word state.
Video of me pronouncing "state."
Definition of State
I have yet to publish the definition of state.
I'm sure it won't take too long.
Common use of state in illustrative example sentences
I have yet to come up with a fourth sentence using the word state.
Audio of me saying the sentence:
I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word state.
Audio of me saying the sentence:
I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word state.
Audio of me saying the sentence:
I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word state.
Audio of me saying the sentence:
Usage of State in Michal's Fiction Corpus
Michal's Fiction Corpus of Acceptance Literature (FiCAL) is presented under the Bare Bottom imprint. It is currently comprised of six bodies of work, each representing a different pillar of culture and incorporating a wide variety of writhing styles.
I have yet to make a morphological analysis of the word state.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "State."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word stateand any of its morphological derivations appears in the Fiction Corpus, along with a breakdown of frequency by title, the respective rank of each word in the complete list of all words in the Corpus, as calculated both densely and competitively, as well as the percent increase in frequency of the word over the frequency of the next lowest rank in the complete list.
Percent Increase over next rank
RANK
WORD
Frequency
TOTAL # of occurences
MCDONALDS
JESUS
SEX
TSIGA
JACKSON
DINGBATS
dense
competitive
modern/sloppy
biblical/terse
poetic/high-brow
hard/fast
talky
mixed salad
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
I have yet to publish the table of frequency for the word state, but I will get to it shortly. -Michal
A story bible for a comic book series set in a post climate-change California narrated by eight characters who live through a natural disaster that sinks Los Angeles and triggers a war with an expansionist Mexican government covertly supported by China.
Frame #3395
i called minecraft. shes been reinstated for now. her status is under review. she sounds happy. i told her my idea. shes says wheres the money.
An experimental science fiction Christology that makes Jesus the hard boiled narrator of his own early years on a bizarro earth made dark by volcanic ash and informally ruled by a man from Mars who sells bottled air.
"Anyway, despite the fact that in the United States I had always received Communion in the hands, I didn't feel the need to rebel. I always enjoyed going up to the altar rail and kneeling - it made me feel closer to God. Once I were kneeling, I also enjoyed taking Communion on the lips - why not? After a few years, however, the archbishop changed his mind. Now you could take Communion in your hands. However, the priests didn't mention that. They kept silent. Instead, they announced that, from now on, we should form lines instead of rushing up to the altar rail. To ensure that we did it, they came out from behind the railing and had deacons and altar servers form the first lines.
"Who knows? Maybe he'll find someone crazy enough to do it. After all, he's got an estate. Who in God's name did they build it for? No one: the Commandant's wife was barren. Why did they do it? Nobody knows.
Gradually, the information leaked out that the man suspected of organizing the whole thing was not, like the rest of the terrorists, an outer-space pirate, but was, in fact, a once infamous Martian citizen, who, in the months leading up to the Revolution, had been suspected of several assassinations in the province of Elysium. Before the fall of the Martian government, and the subsequent loss of contact with the red planet, the man had been charged and arrested for two murders. What he was doing on Earth organizing a terrorist action was anybody's guess. Before long, the information leaked out that the space ship had been packed with nothing but bottles of air, food, and massive amounts of water - barrels and barrels of it. The man himself had nothing to say except for the fact that some kind of entity named Zeus was the impetus behind his actions. Many of his statements were made public. "Zeus will come to Earth to avenge your sins," he said. "Zeus will free the prisoners," he said. "Zeus will make me free!"
One can only assume that your mother was not so idiotic as to miss completely the irony of her words. If Jesus, indeed, had been the ruthless man he was later perceived to be, he might have expressly stated that consciously avoiding the mirror all day long and obsessing over one's supposed ugliness was, in effect, a form of vanity. Jesus could've exploited what obviously was your mother's hapless exposure of her own foolishness. Instead, he faltered. Perhaps thanks to a combination of intuition and pity, Jesus immediately toned down his words and began justifying.
A literature book narrated by a pair of siblings on either side of the Atlantic whose profoundly weird sexual experiences pose a serious challenge to their traditional understanding of mathematicians, marriage, gay young men and God.
How challenging it was at that very moment, when, in my troublesome state, my eye carelessly fell upon its rectangular form: how promising did that running tape recorder seem! how reckless my judgment! how beautiful its mechanical uprightness! I actually entertained thoughts of diversions, of stealing away that tape and running down Prospect Street, hiding in dark alleys, listening in frustration, running all the way to the bridge and throwing its unhelpful carcass in the river. I thought of feigning sickness, and climbing down from the second story - to what purpose I do not know, but I did think of it.
Worst of all, I was even afraid of myself. I was afraid of what I might possibly do, deliberately or not. I didn't want to be blamed for anything. To be perfectly honest, I thought I might even lose control over myself - it was that serious. And, precisely in this regrettable state of total fear, was I approaching their house that afternoon, walking as casually as possible.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 4, The Fourth Day, Part 2, The Assembly & Government Reform, Section 6, Being Obedient, Paragraph 5
On those days, like this one, my mind remembers that day when reason conquered my feeling, and prevented me from exploding in front of Macy with these thoughts: O dearly beloved friend! who speaks of having family and children - what kind of family? whose children? What sort of marriage will you be contracting when you return to Boston? Do you not know that your state has been ill served by her highest court? by those who control its judgment? Do you not know that they have abandoned reason? that they are not your friends: that they are devious cowards? They did not consider the plaintiffs' most important arguments: they did not officially recognize a fundamental right to have what many people desire; they did not officially recognize the classification of those people as suspect: and yet, in their hearts they did recognize those things: their inflated arguments betray them.
Warfield, the future Duchess of Windsor in that adaptation of her memoirs. I'm sure you've heard absolutely nothing about it: the production was terrible and closed after a few weeks. Ms. Christie was not to blame, but since her future seemed to depend on the success of this production, and because it's so difficult for anyone to look good in a bad show, during my entire stay with her in Hampstead, she was in a constant state of fluster.
– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 11, Guidebooks, Paragraph 5, Clauses 6-10
NIKE: He inspired him. Like I said before, my father came of age during the Twenty-First Party Congress. Nineteen fifty-nine was the year he grew a political consciousness: he was twelve years old, and Khrushchev just came back from a successful trip to the United States. If he hadn't, I would probably be speaking Russian right now.
A collection of stories featuring a sexy Parisian ghost, a spooky Moon base full of vagina-faced aliens, a policeman with an Irish name, a truck full of watermelons, a flautist, and a man who has to see another man about a diseased horse.
The next morning, Nyota was at the stableground. She yelled at the top of her lungs, "Get back on that horse, Harry!"
Things were going well. Harry Connick was able to withstand at least a mile-long gallop. Another half-mile and he would be ready.
Neal clenched the wheel. "If we go any faster, we'll fly off the moon." The other rover stopped a few yards from the entrance. The driver got out. He started leaping towards the door.
"He's going to beat us," said Tatum. "He'll lock us out."
"Not if I can help it." Neal leaned over. He grabbed a rock.
Miss April sat on the edge of Tatum's bed. Like all lunar mattresses, it was barely larger than a cot. "It'll have to do," she whispered. Tatum came out of the bathroom. She was wearing one of her new prairie skirts. Miss April said it looked great.
Somebody knocked. Shaq roused himself. Tatum felt a sudden rush of terror. She thought of the video. She remembered the man being killed in his bed. What if this were Admiral Flava Flav? she thought. What if she were about to die? Tatum rubbed her eyes. She wanted to see death coming.
The FBI was not helpful. Patsy's concept of a serial killer who mysteriously left girls to be thrown from tall statues made them laugh. The memory of nudie narcotics was still fresh in their minds. Patsy paid no attention. Sifting through reams of newspaper articles and police reports, he perused every detail of every person in the United States who had fallen from more than thirty yards. He found nothing.
A real play. With drama in it. Talk fast. It takes two hours. Set in a guest house. In a small community. After a murder. Lots of suspicion. The characters learn to listen to each other. It's funny.
FLETCHER: Good. My mother's been trying to stop her. I don't blame her for that. I feel sorry for the poor girl. Her story is a sad one. Kokomo's grandmother was raped by the Japanese while they were occupying the island of Upolu in Western Samoa. That's where Kokomo was born. Her mother was the product of that horrendous crime. Though they were the victims, both mother and child were ostracized by their tribe. Even after her mother had grown up, only the Catholic priest would take pity on them. Kokomo was the product of that pity. Eventually, she went to American Samoa to work as a prostitute for the tuna canners. One day, she came home with fifty thousand dollars and a baby. It turned out her pimp had threatened to kill her if she didn't have an abortion. Unfortunately, Kokomo made the ill-advised decision, once the baby came, to run away with the pimp's money. He ended up tracking her down. When he showed up at the mother's hut, Kokomo, in a state of pure shock, burned the money. The guy flipped out, killed her mother, slit the baby's throat, burned down the hut and forced her onto his boat. On their way to Pago Pago, they were hijacked by a bunch of pirates from Fiji. They killed the pimp and then realized he didn't have anything worthwhile except for the girl. While they stood around, trying to decide what to do, Kokomo offered them the greatest sex they would ever have in their entire lives: on the condition that they release her. They figured: why not? They could do whatever they wanted with her no matter what happened. Kokomo blew their minds. They were so satisfied, they stuck to the deal. They let her go in Fiji, where they begged her to stay and work as a prostitute. Kokomo agreed to do it, but only until she made up the fifty thousand dollars that she burned: the money that killed her mother and her newborn baby.
– ACT I, line 770
FLETCHER: (to ALICE) You first.
ALICE: I understand you had jury duty today.
FLETCHER: I did.
ALICE: How was it?
FLETCHER: Dreadful. I was almost instantly excused by the Australian prosecutor.
LUKE: Sorry, mate.
FLETCHER: The Kiwi defense lawyer didn't even stand a chance. I've never been so insulted.
ALICE: Why didn't he want you?
FLETCHER: He didn't have to state a reason. It's all the more embarrassing since I seem to be the only man on this island who didn't know the victim.
MS. JACKSON: Don't start that again.
– ACT I, lines 73-82
LUKE: If you insist. I was out one night at the ole rubbadedub gettin' rotten with me ping-pong mates; bloody bonzer alright 'cause I took a screamer that day 'gainst the ole Banana Benders - who didn't stand Buckley's by the way - too right! So I turn to me tall poppies and say, 'Look, boys: it's my shout; first, allow me to shoot through, piss a slab, maybe buy some dinkum durries to boot. We were hittin' the turps that night so they thought London to a brick that she'd be apples. On me way back from the durry, this yobbo throws a wobbly and spills beer all over me uni. We take it outside. He comes a gutser and falls flat on his face. 'Good on you,' I say. 'Go take a walkabout.' I'm so full and cranky, I sit next to this swagman drinkin' plonk right there on the side of the road. 'I'll be stuffed,' he says. 'Sheila told me I'd see a fight.' I'm like, what sheila? 'Sheila down the road,' says he. 'Take me there,' I say. We go. Sheila reads me palm. She tells me I'll have a ripper year. She holds out her hand and says, 'Fifty quid.' I haven't got a brass razoo. I ask her if she takes credit. 'I knew you would say that,' says she, pullin' out a credit card machine. The next thing you know, there's a bunch of prezzies on me credit card statement. As for the old swaggie and sheila, they weren't within cooee.
A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.
The Astrazeneca were confused. They started shaking their humongous heads. Some said, "This is truth?" They raised the tone at the end of the statement as if it were a question. Others said, "This is false." It sounded as if they wanted to believe it but they weren't sure. It was a disaster.
My father came from a Ukrainian family but he was born in the United States. He spoke English. Unlike my mother. The most she ever managed was an awkward "Would you like anything to eat?" whenever I had a friend over. Which wasn't very often.
I was ashamed of my mother. I wish I could say I grew out of it. I didn't. I got more ashamed of her as I grew older. It was partly my own fault. I kept my mother hidden so I wouldn't have to face questions about her. I didn't have the answers. I didn't know with absolute certainty which country she was from. I didn't want people to know what happened to her in London. I didn't want them finding out what she was doing in the United States. It was mostly cleaning houses. Sometimes she baked stuff for events in the Ukrainiain-American community. Great success.
Some not so unattractive female cousins of mine took me to see a movie. I got excited when I got to the theatre. Instead of popcorn and soda the bar was selling pickled peppers and beer. They even had cocktails. The movie was less suprising. It was an American comedy that was released in the States at least a year and a half earlier. I was glad there was no dubbing. Just subtitles. Until I started watching and I realized I was laughing at the jokes a full five seconds before anybody else. If at all. I was supremely embarrassed once again. Until the cocktails kicked in.
The ambulance arrived. The professor was pronounced. The cops showed up. Statements were taken. The body was hauled off. Expressions of regret and complete disbelief were shared. Mark was dismissed. He went back to his rounds. Even after everything that happened he was still able to finish his deliveries an hour before his evaluated time was up. He went home happy. He could sit on his couch and pretend he was being paid to drink margaritas for fifty minutes. He bragged later to friends and family that not even seeing a man die could slow him down. So they call him Magnificent.
This table lists in descending order of frequency a selection of word pairs that appear in the Fiction Corpus and groups them according to the morphological derivation of the word state that appears in the pair.
Type
WORD
Frequency
TOTAL # of occurences
MCDONALDS
JESUS
SEX
TSIGA
JACKSON
DINGBATS
modern/sloppy
biblical/terse
poetic/high-brow
hard/fast
talky
mixed salad
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "state." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal
If a 45-year-old businesswoman and hard working mother of three kids is going to pose nude for a calendar, it's gonna have to be a good one. Margo didn't start a coffee shop called the Vagina Cafe to win her favors from the establishment. Even as she dishes out prizes to the 20 women who placed last in the twentienth anniversary run of her town's biggest road race, her business, unlike everyone else, doesn't get mentioned. She was an official sponsor for Christ's sake! But the announcer just couldn't swallow his patriarchy and get the words "Vagina Cafe" out of his mouth. That's not something a proper gentleman would say in front of a crowd of humble God-fearing "ladies" who cherish their modesty! And a Body Acceptance Calendar is certainly not what a humble God-fearing book-seller like a Barnes and Noble would put on their shelves! So how do I expect to sell this in the mainstream? Maybe if you download the free versions a thousand billion times it might help. Start downloading.
Help me keep the "State" page alive...
If you love women and art...
Michal's importing Polish art...is he meshuga?
Michal's Sales Pitch Lot 1: Silesian Handicrafts
T-shirt fundraiser for sale
Last T-Shirt with the logo that I designed.
From a set of, I believe, twenty produced by Margo and given out to a portion of the last 20 women to finish the 20th anniversary Fiat Road Race in Bielsko-Biała, cf. the movie. This is the last one left in it's original packaging and my supporters - like the poor women of Bielsko - are going to have to fight for it. Whoever invests the most money with me, and who lets me borrow it to invest in the next lot, will not only be rewarded with some beautiful piece of art, but will get this priceless t-shirt as a reward for being my top supporter. $1000.00 or best offer. Remember to authorize me to hold the sum as credit against a future purchase and to authorize me to borrow against it.
To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #1 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.
Felt handbag for sale
Felt bag by Dorota.
Entirely hand-sewn. Base: polyester felt, 100% PE. Motif: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Unique and inimitable design. Inside: cotton fabric, closes with zipper, inside pocket. Available now for $220.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.
To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #2 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.
Decorative collar for sale
Decorative collar by Zuzanna.
Ethnic layered cloth jewelry constructed on a cotton base and adorned with ribbons, tassels, and a yellow fringe. Fastened on the side with 11 buttons, fitted entirely with a pleasant lining. The style is an Indo-Asian-African multinational color combination. The collar is very extravagant and an extraordinary addition to any clothing, guaranteed to attract attention. Just a simple dress and a unique image is ready. Dry-cleaning recommended. Available now for $200.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.
To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #3 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.
Seamless handbag for sale
Handbag by Sylwia.
Handmade from felted all-natural Australian and South American wool. Entirely felted, seamless. Finished with a white lining, inside is a small pocket. Lining is sewn and stitched in by hand. Available now for $180.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.
To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #4 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.
Patchwork quilt for sale
Patchwork quilt by Alicja.
Bedspread made of cotton and polyester material. Inserted with polyester lining. 90 by 70 cm. Available now for $120.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.
To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #5 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.
Nuno-felt shawl for sale
Shawl by Sylwia.
Scarf made with the nuno felting technique (wet felting fibre into a silk gauze) using South American wool. Two-sided scarf with latticework at the ends. Wholly in the colors red, black, green in an abstract pattern. Available now for $100.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.
To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #6 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.
Clara the doll for sale
Clara by Alicja.
Clara loves roses and greenery, adores tormenting spiders with long legs and sleeping soundly in the afternoon. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.
To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #7 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.
Noah the doll for sale
Noah by Alicja.
Noah doesn't know what to like and what not to like but keeps wondering and thinking about it. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.
To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #8 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.
Black suspenders for sale
Black suspenders by Zuzanna.
Two-sided suspenders from black material with a rose motif on one side and striped cotton on the other. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.
To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #9 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.
Orange suspenders for sale
Orange suspenders by Zuzanna.
Two-sided suspenders made of denim and orange material with a Polish floral folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.
To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #10 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.
Green suspenders for sale
Green suspenders by Zuzanna.
Two-sided suspenders made of denim and green material with a mountain folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.
To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #11 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.
Felt earrings for sale
Felt earrings by Dorota.
Material: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Pendant of anti-allergenic metal. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.
To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #12 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.
Round ceramic earrings for sale
Round ceramic earrings by Dorota.
Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.
To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #13 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.
Oblong ceramic earrings for sale
Oblong ceramic earrings by Dorota.
Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.
To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #14 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.
'Coral' necklace for sale
Corals by Sylwia.
Necklace made of cotton pieces with organdy and decorated with beads, suspended on cotton strings. Can be worn as a necklace, as a brooch or as a belt tied at the side. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.
To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #15 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.
Michal Recommends:
