When I see people who make it a point to look REALLY weird, I make it a point to blatantly stare. I keep waiting for one of these freaks to go, "what are you staring at?" To which I can simply reply, "you, ya fuckin freak. You did that shit to yourself on purpose, so just like a circus clown, you're going to get stared at. Don't like it? Then don't do such weird shit to yourself."
There's a lady in my town that I see occasionally, and she looks so much like Tammy Baker. Make up you can measure with a dipstick and platinum blonde hair sprayed up into a huge freakin bee hive kind of think. She doesn't dress nice though. She spends what must be hours on her face and hair, but wears t-shirts and sweats. So I blatantly stare and try to make it look obvious.
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"Just as a man who has fallen into a heap of filth ought to seek the great pond of water covered with lotuses, which is near by: even so seek thou for the great deathless lake of Nirvana to wash off the defilement of wrong. If the lake is not sought, it is not the fault of the lake."