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I took a class in psychology, But who could ever hope to know The inner wanderings of a lost soul, The mechanisms making you tick, You, conflicting conundrums and Cautious contradictions... You have classically conditioned my mind To fumble over your chapter, With your classical ways.. Heuristics never applied to you, You are Freudian; hopelessly undefinable And impossibly right
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
Freudian
I took a class in psychology, But who could ever hope to know The inner wanderings of a lost soul, The mechanisms making you tick, You, conflicting conundrums and Cautious contradictions... You have classically conditioned my mind To fumble over your chapter, With your classical ways.. Heuristics never applied to you, You are Freudian; hopelessly undefinable And impossibly right
Heuristics are problem solving devices, like a shortcut, instead of taking the long way around
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
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