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IF YOU LIKE FORESKIN …HERE MINE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ YOUR TONGUE INSIDE MY FORESKIN 

The imperfect is the tense of fascination: it seems to be alive and yet it doesn’t move: imperfect presence, imperfect death; neither oblivion nor resurrection; simply the exhausting lure of memory.
~R. Barthes

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