![]() ![]() Image by Khusen Rustamov from Pixabay (bad joke by the author) In spite of the far-too-many books that he released during his lifetime, this is what the big man missed when he was busy enacting a 19th century Oasis song. Subsequently, he’ll also be the only scientist your parents won’t want to discuss in great detail when you find yourself schlepping home for the annual poorly-disguised Christmas laundry cleaning. Not only is he the patron saint of neckbeards who type “fatherless behaviour” onto the profile sections of women who exist, he’s also everyone’s favourite catalyst for the first time you ever hear a teacher say “penis” during an “Intro to Philosophy” class. ![]() In fact, if there was anything he loved more than having cocaine after sex, it was having sex after cocaine, or having sex on cocaine, or having sex with cocaine, or developing a close personal relationship with an equally cocaine-consumptive evil genius with whom he hoped to build a human-hybrid Frankenstein’s monster cocaine person to have sex with, and then shame for having cocaine-related daddy issues. Freud a self-proclaimed cocaine lover, the big daddy of psychoanalysis, and a dude who totally missed the point about Oedipus.
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