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Luna
Guest
Now I imagine your faces to look like this:
Or perhaps you are rolling your eyes as you wonder to yourself
"What the f*** is she talking about?"
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*POP*
*lies down*
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You see...I have a problem.
This problem keeps on coming back despite any medication or any distractions that I try to use.
In fact, the other week when I went out to get the mail, it happened again doc.
Oh? What is this problem?
You see...it's hard to describe.
it's the feeling of wanting something that you can't have.
Kind of like in the movies that they show during Christmas.
The child outside, looking into a kitchen window and seeing a family together laughing, and sharing a warm meal.
Oh? Tell me about that day. The day that you went out to get mail.
You see...the day at the mailbox.
For some reason as I stood there going through advertisements selling me junk that I don't need, and others preying on my insecurities - and then, in my mind - came out a loud voice.
And what did the loud voice say?
It said "WTFSEXBBQ".
Pardon me?
It's alright doc. I'm not here to find answers from you. I'm here to help you.
I beg your pardon?
*sits upright*
You see...I've been doing it all wrong.
I have realized that the answer is to turn myself off from the "WTFSEXBBQ" before it develops into something awfully terrible.
I have disciplined my mind and exercised self-restrain by not attacking every remotely attractive person I see."
Excuse me but...
- you see doc...what I do is simply convince myself that perhaps that they are riddled with germs and have a third eye in inappropriate places.
That itself, is enough to simply leave me only with "WTFBBQ".
I...see...
- and doc...which eye...is it that you "see"...?
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Or perhaps you are rolling your eyes as you wonder to yourself
"What the f*** is she talking about?"
...
...
...
*POP*
*lies down*
...
You see...I have a problem.
This problem keeps on coming back despite any medication or any distractions that I try to use.
In fact, the other week when I went out to get the mail, it happened again doc.
Oh? What is this problem?
You see...it's hard to describe.
it's the feeling of wanting something that you can't have.
Kind of like in the movies that they show during Christmas.
The child outside, looking into a kitchen window and seeing a family together laughing, and sharing a warm meal.
Oh? Tell me about that day. The day that you went out to get mail.
You see...the day at the mailbox.
For some reason as I stood there going through advertisements selling me junk that I don't need, and others preying on my insecurities - and then, in my mind - came out a loud voice.
And what did the loud voice say?
It said "WTFSEXBBQ".
Pardon me?
It's alright doc. I'm not here to find answers from you. I'm here to help you.
I beg your pardon?
*sits upright*
You see...I've been doing it all wrong.
I have realized that the answer is to turn myself off from the "WTFSEXBBQ" before it develops into something awfully terrible.
I have disciplined my mind and exercised self-restrain by not attacking every remotely attractive person I see."
Excuse me but...
- you see doc...what I do is simply convince myself that perhaps that they are riddled with germs and have a third eye in inappropriate places.
That itself, is enough to simply leave me only with "WTFBBQ".
I...see...
- and doc...which eye...is it that you "see"...?
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