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I Can Tell From About 20 Yards Away When Someone Has A Manuscript For Me. I Can Just Tell - They Have That Look.

You Are Fiercely Heterosexual And Well-formed, And It's No One's Business That You've Shrunk Your Parents And Keep Them In A Terranium, But You Have A Gatling Gun For A Mouth, And If That's A Diary You're Producing From Your Cleavage, I'm Leaving.

I'm In That Very Preliminary Stage Of Wondering How Exactly To "pressurize" The Novel In Some Way I've Never Considered Before.

People Have No Idea How Much Work It Is For A Man To Produce An Ejaculation. You Have This Seminal Vesicle Churning Out This Fluid, The Prostate Gland Producing An Alkaline Solution. It's Like Having Five Iron Chefs In Your Crotch Working To Cook Up This Stuff.

I Think Of Memory As A Game, That Is As Something One Engages In With A Very Profound Kind Of "playfulness."