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...sets of drums are banging simultaneously). It mixes romance and loneliness as well as any song since Losing My Religion. Myxamatosis opens with a cruel buzz that sounds like a horde of flies circling a corpse, but turns into something tender, with Yorke confessing, "No one likes a smart-ass, but we all like stars/That wasn't my intention/I did it for a reason." Even A Punch-Up at a Wedding, which is lyrically cruel (and really appears to be about a fight at a wedding), mixes anger with a pleasant groove...
...Depending on the season, they are either impassable bogs or dusty, potholed nightmares. "Ass-shatteringly bad," one visitor warned me. "I had back problems for weeks," confided another. Indeed, when I told my driver I wanted to go beyond Siem Reap's asphalt to sample the infamous hardship of roads less traveled, he promptly tripled his daily...
...hottest, nastiest, kinkiest sex on campus—I’m talking anal, whips and whatever—is nerd sex. If you have any competency with calculus, I’d urge you take a 50s-level math course, if only to spit serious game, get serious ass and e-mail me (via rubin@fas) the details, so I can either confirm or dis-confirm my theory...
Always be willing to pull the trigger and bite the bullet. Opportunities for ass can come anywhere and at any time. You’ll be in the pit, hacking the sack with some hobos, and a slum-honey glory-girl with ink all over her grill will come up to you begging for something erect. It’s your obligation to tell her, “I know I go to Harvard, but this Ivory Tower’s looking for any old hunchback that’ll ring my bell!” Clever shit like that...
...want to accomplish your candy-bisque in a late-night humping session this evening. Let’s have my “P” talk to your “V” and set something up ASAP.” Ass-by-appointment works, and if someone tells you it doesn’t, I know who that person is. His name’s Arnold. He’s jealous and sore—in more ways than one—since he’s been in a dark shame spiral, jerkin?...