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You suffocated me. contemporary singer/songwriter I could have tolerated you more if the sex was better, but it wasn’t. I’m not surprised you are still single. Go back to Turkey and suffocate your own kind. Barbara - I met you at a party, two hours later, you stripped for me. You seemed contemporary singer/songwriter neurotic to the point of flaky. You called contemporary singer/songwriter me 2 months later to say you had an ovarian cyst and you wanted to know if I caused it? Yeah, I did - just after I disrupted the Earth’s magnetic field. Flake. Helen - That was gross, you had more facial hair than me. And you were such a whacko. Believing yourself to be an artist. Your art was shit. And your meditation. And the vegetarian thing. You were much older than me. I thought that could be fun. But you got off the bus in the ‘60s and stayed there. And what’s more, the sex was so dull and your apartment smelled like cat piss. Emily - You are the poster child of what can go wrong with long term use of prescription drugs.
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