You are so obtuse,
but I still think you're cute,
angling for a date.
Go have your menage!
Two squares, naked, are waiting;
mine is much longer...
You are always right,
but I need you to lean on.
I am unbalanced.
"This journal is not a mere literary diversion. The further I progress, reducing to order what my past life suggests, and the more I persist in the rigor of composition--of the chapters, of the sentences, of the book itself--the more do I feel myself hardening in my will to utilize, for virtuous ends, my former hardships. I feel their power." --Jean Genet
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