I'm turned off. That repression bit's jazzercized my provocative thesis: Your a** is gra**! In fact you're dead all ready, jerk off! Those mental mechanisms are just rusty cars traffic gridlocked in yourself-dazzling presumptuosness. Yawn! Isn't it just so weird? Fascinating. The more you ask the less I know. Ancient functions get reprogrammed. Tomorrow s** is just a stab for nostalgia and agendas for the future are just a twitch to rumble arousal hopes surpa** audience attendance: The fees of ears for f**ing.