I lady who is interested in art, wants to see a therapist, for some emotional problems she's been having.
She looks and looks and finds a art therapist.
She goes to see him and when she gets there, she gets raped.
After its all done, she ask why...
The guy replies
I'm not an Art Therapist, I'm Art TheRapist.
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The clandestine fantasies
of the profound transcendent recondite person that I am,
I will elucidate to my fellow pervs in a portentous Tao
while we cogitate the quintessential elements of rape in a hedonistic world
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