The Man put sardines in my ice cream.
When I ask about it,
I get slippery slopes and fallacies.
Appealing arguments with big boobs
Sucking me off from what's happening,
Laying me back to where I was,
Before I stood to ask.
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PuisiSmall collection of thought-ticklers. Take some time to understand the world in a mad hatter meets English professor kind of way - yeah... I think highly of myself.
