C'mon. Don't be bashful.
Say what you really mean... :-)
> In the dim past of remembered dates with girls who used me for non-sexual
> pleasures, I bring forth a comprehension of why that damn teacher of my
> kindergarten years called me names when I brought cupcakes to class to
> celebrate my birthday without telling her that I was going to do so. Lack
of
> control...she could not even fucking control a 5 year old kid. I remember
that
> loathsome, red, blotted face yelling at me as if I were still standing in
front
> of her foul body. I remember the faces of my smirking classmates who
before
> were friends, who now became part of THEM. I remember the day I became
someone
> else. The day I decided to refuse to be controlled.
>
> Ruff, Ruff.
>
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> Joseph Franklyn McElroy
> Cor[porat]e [Per]form[ance] Art[ist]T
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