Sunday, March 22, 2009
Was jolted awake by an image of my childhood: I rode a merry-go-round, clinging to the plaster as I grew increasingly terrified of my father's laughing, mustachioed visage. Attempted to write this down in my Moleskine, but found myself unconsciously sketching portraits of faceless naked women. Will determine appropriate punishment later today.
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Your laughing, mustachioed father would like todisavow any credit for educing your maladopted stance on the human condition. Most children enjoy riding on the Merry-Go-Round! Please do not share your etchings with your mother either. And, by the way, I hear that scourging is really quite "in" in some circles! Bon whipatite!
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