don’t know how you look at it, but I think it shows just how hopelessly square and
out of touch I am with today’s modern postindustrial society that in this era
of do as you please and let it all hang out my idea of sensual excess is a large
chocolate chip cookie with organic walnuts. I usually spit the walnuts out; I don’t care
for walnuts, organic or not; but I spit them out with a certain devil may care
attitude that belies my dull bourgeois appearance and gives a tantalizing look
at the dull bourgeois soul that undergirds this dull bourgeois appearance.
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