Oliver Quincy Page

1 At the age of twenty-three and a half, it would be fair to say that I am a big guy. A little over six foot. I am round and ungainly. I’ve always nursed a real distaste for my body, never more so than in these sweet, waning months of my twenty third year. My awkward, lopsided shoulders – broad but lacking any of the august strength they might suggest on a more lithe form – my feminine thighs, my bodacious hips. I like to impose a strict clothing regimen in order to tame my buxom angles. Wide belts, tailored“Oliver Quincy Page”

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Oliver Quincy Page

For Evan Blumgart I’ve never said anything that rivals your one pointed breath the finest thought I’ve ever known. You belong in the slipstream of casual carless love and wanderings in a city that beats out your name on worn asphalt heat rising off a loft roof in waves. You are afraid, ‘…edibility of my soul.’ of dorm rooms and academic curses but you will win at this – you win brilliantly, in earnest – gift new light to the firmament. Emery Roth steel runs crack but we know the dead will walk again on film – at the movies“Oliver Quincy Page”

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