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Nice People Don't Necessarily Fall In Love With Nice People.

You Could Slap His Wrist For Saying It, But Then He Said It With His Face, And You Could Spank Him For Making Faces, But Then He Said It With His Eyes, And There Were Limits To Correction-no Way, In The End, To Penetrate Behind The Blue Irises And Eradicate A Boy's Disgust.

Seriously, The World Is Changing So Quickly That If You Had Any More Than 80 Years Of Change I Don't See How You Could Stand It Psychologically.

I Admire Your Capacity For Admiring.

Twitter Is Unspeakably Irritating. Twitter Stands For Everything I Oppose.