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One Wonders If Perhaps He Was Spurned

That would explain a lot of the vitriol,

sure, but what about the IQ level of an

aardvark?  Okay, class, what did you do

with your ideas all summer?  Well, first

of all, besides getting obese, I depart

Vallejo on a ferry to San Francisco one

very pleasant morning while a loved

one, we can call him The Ache of

My Desire, waits for a bus to

take him home from the heart
of San Francisco.  It’s Peter’s

last Christmas on the west

coast and I am losing

whatever sensibility

I ever had or, if not,

being the same react-

ionary adolescent I

always was.  Or

moreso.  If you

chose mental

illness,

chances are

it would be

very difficult

for me to

adequately

prescribe.