Amateur Philosopher
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turnip, a turnip - 2007-10-03 |
I Hate My Psychiatrist - Ode To Slimey Clammy Weasel Man Soft, cool, and clammy hands weakly squeeze mine in a meek greeting.
Oval wire rim glasses perched a top an exaggerated aquiline nose. Fleshy lips overemphasize the weak chin below. Slight, pallid fingers smooth from lack of use wanely gesture, Khaki pants an indecisive color for an indecisive man. I have no use for your psycho-babble Give me drugs. 4:53 p.m., 2007-07-23
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