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It looks like a long time until I will achieve my dream of sitting in front of my fireplace, putting little galoshes on my Great Dane (named "Chester") so that we can take a walk down avenue A to get wine.
Not Austinites. Unless I knew you in high school. If you came to New York from Austin and you are not me, I can say with confidence that you need to get the fuck out of my face.
"they possess an inner brilliance, an intelligence and clarity of spirit that overwhelms me."
or skeezers.
Someone who is tired of this shit
Go fuck yourself
go fuck yourself
go fuck yourself
go fuck yourself
Susan SontagR.I.P., and this fellow: