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My place can't hold the art he gave me. (see layers, and then when friends come over and you actually are cluttered with an old man's art and your buddy's girlfriend's girlfriend tells a girlfriend you don't speak in metaphors, you get a naked hug for having good books on the floor. You don't know me, ...you don't know me. I haven't done damage to this world. Shit that's boilded my heart, I come here and flick your pube beard. You'd have loved the old Off Topic. My girls walked down the stairs and handed me the phone from people saying they were gonna rape them. The Vovchanchyn/Coleman Pride. We just talked until they hung up. I said they're just little kids they still see ugly people as un ugly people, but if you wipe your ass and you miss some, even a store turtle will pull away from cabbage. (That might have been Cormac McCarthy)