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San Francisco's very own Patrick Bateman. Oh how I miss him! (and not because of his "political" prowess, but because I liked staring at his beautiful greasy sleazeball face whenever he was out and a...

I once heard of someone seeing their roommate's teeth as little screws and nuts and bolts as she talked, also staring at grass/flowers for 3 hours believing she was Bjork.... that's just what I hear...