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Sacrilegious Transgression Against Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Siege warfare (trumpeting) average joe biden his time linkedin with aberrant behavior transpires within me mind, (not just today December 5th, 2020, but everyday/365) warrants depleting stockpile arsenal constituting exhausting mental health uprooting deep seated repellent pesky daunting lost cause. Overruled by irrational thoughts, I feebly muster a lame duck half quacked comeback (think home team cheering at pep rally) against analogous figurative agents provocateur said nemesis bore down hard upon sense and sense abilities mine psyche undergoing blistering, hectoring withering, et cetera courtesy ghost of Emily Brontë mailer daemons flitting to and fro, hither and yon within wuthering heights. Another necessity Emma gin) awoke prided prejudice to confront head on beastie boy foo fighting (Irish, no matter genealogy regarding yours truly Eastern European) mine talking head housing private insane asylum. Incomprehensible thought processes chronically spin out of control dictate mandate NOT to wash hair until at least one week passage of time, (an arbitrarily chosen number i.e. seven days convenient block) even if appearance looks unkempt, slovenly grungy, et cetera as nirvana seeking guy. Thus, I readily admit self held hostage, whereby loopy thought provoking patterns hopelessly, grimly, futilely find me surrendering NEVER eradicating down battened ramparts neurotic, lunatic approved, idiotic mind mental chattering babbling jabbering gibberish housing concocted village people dead set against shampooing oily locks. Quite a tussle (think metaphorical hair pulling) ensues within me scrambled noggin, whereby pathetic psychotic pummeling win knows scrimmage scoring touchdown amidst teaming muted brouhaha allowing, enabling, and providing harmlessly insane nettlesome pesky skewed notions ridiculous leeway to predominate until yours truly USDA qualified, hashtagged, certified... as grateful dead among human league.
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