What I love is a peanut butter and pickle sandwich. I&#39;ll just have peanut butter and bananas, then peanut butter and pickles. Peanut butter and chocolate I don&#39;t recommend.

gong to stay at a friend’s.” “Who? A girlfriend?

What in hell are you really made of, Howard? After all, it's only a building. It's not the combination of holy sacrament, Indian torture, and sexual ecstasy that you seem to make of it." "Isn't it?

Loafe with me on the grass—loose the stop from your throat;  Not words, not music or rhyme I want—not custom or lecture, not even the best;  Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.

Written By Walt Whitman

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