"Well things aint going too well. I lost my old job, the new one is less pay, more work; my parner walked out on me leaving me to fend for our 134 caterpillars. Some have died of insecticide whilst others are refusing to pupate. I can't seem to come to terms with my mortality and the pressure of work is getting me down. I do not see the point in life. " says the Moth
The doctor responds; " I think you need a psychiatrist, or a mental health practicioner. I'm a dermatologist. Why did you came here?"
Walker wrote: ↑Mon Mar 01, 2021 3:06 pmNot very funny.
Well that might just be that you are a bit of a crude prude as well as a snob. But I could be wrong, I often is.
I see natural life as just a bunch of crude forces interacting together - CRUDE being the operative word. . but nothing to get hung over, unless one has a very dirty pervy (crude) mind.
“Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble
When you're perfect in every way
I can't wait to look in the mirror
'Cause I get better lookin' each day
To know me is to love me
I must be a hell of a man
Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble
But I'm doin' the best that I can”