My poker face, my p-p-poker face!!
I am having a moment. A deep, deep personal moment and I want to share it. I want to gaze into the eyes of the confused, possibly abused, inner child of the mindfield, and offer forth a gentle, unjudging hand to guide it from the dark alice in wonderland cat in the hat momma's family tortured non-reality in which it has become lost, and has wandered.
Come on, MF inner child. Be brave, take a chance, take my hand.
Then take my penis and call me pope. Suck on my popecicle. Make the pope happy, little inner child slut.
Hmmm... that took an unexpected ugly turn.