סקיצות מחיים דיספונקציונליים

Listen you fucker, quit fucking with my brain. I am not the enemy, not someone to be seduced and impressed, definitely not to be taunted to draw my attention. You’ve achieved all that. You got my attention. I am impressed and curious and attracted and find you quite endearing though I think you are also a terrible brat. So can we relax now? Can we talk like two subjects now? Can we acknowledge the elephant in the room, which by now has turned into a mammoth? Can we just agree to fucking sublimate?