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I'm going to sick the sickest parts of my mind after you. Mental illness in a mutt is rabbies.   Having the same ending, recovery or death. To me, there's no difference.   Ever been hit by a truck? No? Okay that's great. You're currently being attacked by a mutt with a mental illness. Rabid dogs and getting hit by trucks aren't that different to me. I know, because I made him. He grew teeth when I gave up. He got his bark from scraped knees. Every hair on that animal's body has a story. Are you currently being attacked by a dog? Yes? Okay, great. Now I want you to figure out what's really attacking you, Give that dog a name.
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
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I'm going to sick the sickest parts of my mind after you. Mental illness in a mutt is rabbies.   Having the same ending, recovery or death. To me, there's no difference.   Ever been hit by a truck? No? Okay that's great. You're currently being attacked by a mutt with a mental illness. Rabid dogs and getting hit by trucks aren't that different to me. I know, because I made him. He grew teeth when I gave up. He got his bark from scraped knees. Every hair on that animal's body has a story. Are you currently being attacked by a dog? Yes? Okay, great. Now I want you to figure out what's really attacking you, Give that dog a name.
Totally posting this again. Yep.
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
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