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[seagrapeleaves]

"Because there is something in the touch of flesh with flesh which abrogrates, cuts sharp and straight across the devious intricate channels of decorous ordering, which enemies as well as lovers know because it makes them both -- touch and touch of that which is the citadel of the central I-am's private own: not spirit, soul; the liqourish and

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[whiteboysushi]

since no one has asked yet (except me, in a failed attempt at the telephone), how was the thing?

[seagrapeleaves]

i hereby refuse to talk to you on this thing until we actually GET TOGETHER. HANG OUT. WHAT THE FUCK. it's BEEN A MONTH.

[whiteboysushi]

counterpoint: answer your damn phone, I'm sick of having to talk to this obnoxious Harvard kid just because he's the only person who answers when I call him during the day to share my HUMOROUS OBSERVATIONS ABOUT EVERYDAY LIFE

[seagrapeleaves]

ok, point taken. we are hanging out this weekend. you pick the day. it is happening. i still have a car, although i sideswiped it with a green dumpster. it's cool, ("green streak"), gives it character.