and the reason that i do not fall into this street is love
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her name is mel. that's all that people find certain of about her: her name. and even then her name changes with her mood, she's got two of them, and a few others you don't know of.
salman rushdie is self-indulgent. i do not like him. why the hell could we not have read woolf's 'to the lighthouse' instead. i am pretty sure it's because they discriminate against those poor lesbian writers.
+ posted by M @ 6:15 AM