"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Monday, June 16, 2008
My, What Sharp Childhood Neuroses You Have.
Dr. Goldenblatt promised Cindy that the thing under the bed was just a "deep-seated projection of her anger about her parents' divorce." Well, that was all fine, but it still didn't answer why it sang to her at night about the sweet sweet taste of puppy flesh.
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