Are you there, Guy (Debord)? It's me, Nitro.

[kittynitro]

In a few short hours, I will have submitted this semester's grand wank--a semiotic reading of Antonioni's good-time Swinging London thriller, Blow-up, natch--to the most fabulous of all lit instructors I've personally ever had. After that, I'll be on my way to stress-free peanuts and Crackerjack. Pray for some sunshine for me, okay ghosts of LJ?

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[funkyplaid]

Consider yourself preyed upon.

Oh? That's not what you asked for? Sorry. It's all I have to offer these days.

[kittynitro]

Mmhmm. I can't hear you over your icon. That icon? Gee-ross. Seriously.

[funkyplaid]

Love my fish lips. Once you get used to them, there's no going back.