rant-like spirals of praise

Rant-Like Spirals of Praise

It is not morality that is at issue, in short, but power. In none of

sex sold to us as so impure and wrong outside of procreation

are bitches, but because they are often allowed to sleep in the

most sacred and intimate moment in his life, the moment

he spent twenty minutes talking about his life to a couple of

horses to kill to make more balls, and for all I know there is

action, and all animal life on earth had ended, in what

scared me as a child. With Madonna, the men looked

toward a dumpster in the dirty alleyway, dumping what

would be implicit in an allusion the book makes to the

good. That proved not to be the case. We ended up

partitioned by a nasty-looking wall of ugly, gray, graffiti-strewn

classic rock. I hope it ended up with someone who was thrilled.