| Thinker : Dreams : Look What You Did | |||||
| Like a deranged Jewish grandmother, I'm pinching my father's cheeks so hard that they might rip off his face. He looks like he's accelerating to 9 G's. I'm screaming "Look what you did to me. Look what you did to me." I'd like to make the back of his skull into pulp on the wall behind him but I don't. |
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First written Tue, Aug 5, 1997 Last published Wed, Jun 2, 1999 |
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