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(I stole this from Katharine and it amuses me. It is by Curt Andersen.) -- Platonic Love we dine at Adorno and return to my Beauvoir. she compliments me on my Bachelard pad. i pop in a Santayana CD and Saussure back to the couch. on my way, i pull out two fine Kristeva wine glasses. i pour some Merleau-Ponty and return the Aristotle to Descartes. after pausing an Unamuno, i wrap my arm around her Hegel. her hair smells of wild Lukacs and Labriola. our small talk expands to include Dewey, Moore and Kant. i confess to her what's in my Ekhart. we Locke. by this point, we're totally Blavatsky. she slips out of her Lyotard and i fumble with my Levi-Strauss. she unhooks her Buber and i pull off my Spinoza. i run my finger along her Heraclitus as she fondles my Bacon. she stops to ask me if i brought any Kierkegaard. i nod. we Foucalt. she lights a cigarette and compares Foucalt to Lacan. i roll over and Derrida.
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