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April 15, 2006


I actually don't remember that so well—no doubt was living in a cave at the time. However, I did note that he seemed to lose some of his mystique with the move to tpm. If fracturing and splitting of self is the problem, he may have been better off when writing from his dorm room, when politics and libido and sports obsession and angst all jumbled together.

I was just trying to come up with one that ended with "the frappe is not the lavatory." But they were all too disgusting.

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