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Things My Brain Thinks About when It Should Be Thinking About Writing

So, fat chicks. What does it mean to be a fat chick? Why does it have to mean anything, given that actually it doesn’t mean anything? When a car full of dickheads drives past an overweight man, do the passengers … Continue reading

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Losing It

According to Freud, ┬áthe super ego’s role is to attack the ego. In extreme cases these attacks continue until the ego breaks down, and the subject is caught between the damning super ego and the repressed id. I know this, … Continue reading

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