Life Is Hard For Insects. And Don't

All People Know The Same Truth. Our Lives Consist Of How We Choose To Distort It.

Pale, Nervous Girls With Black-rimmed Glasses And Blunt-cut Hair Lolled Around On Sofas, Riffling Penguin Classics Provocatively. [...] But It Wasn’t Just Intellectual Experiences—they Were Peddling Emotional Ones, Too. For Fifty Bucks, I Learned, You Could “relate Without Getting Close.” For A Hundred, A Girl Would Lend You Her Bartok Records, Have Dinner, And Then Let You Watch While She Had An Anxiety Attack.

Between The Pope And Air Conditioning, I'd Choose Air Conditioning.

You Can't Anticipate In The Room The Riches Of What You Encounter When You're Location Hunting For A Movie.

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