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Yeah, spending three months drowning your ready-to-drop baby in quantities of alcohol that would make Bukowski blush negates the moral high ground you're attempting to clamber onto there, toots.
Anyway, as I said, you've become surplus to this thread. It's now about the love story between a working-class saint (picture Cody Pomeray without the annoying "yass, yass" verbal tic) and the hippie who dedicated his life to the search for the perfect kiss.
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All pleasure is relief from tension. - William S. Burroughs
Witches have no wit, said the magician who was weak.
Hula, hula, said the witches. - Norman Mailer
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