You need only spend mere moments with me to recognize that I am one of those creatures — the ones whose emotions percolate right on through the epidermis. Front row at a poetry reading and my brow can’t help but pucker, caught in the throes of inane small talk and my lips purse out in desperation. While at times I may wish for some subtlety (what do you mean, “poker face”?), I’d rather ultimately err on the side of truth in visage. Keep It Weird never holds back its judgement for you.
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