TRESemme.

Laying on my couch, reading Augusto Boal's Theatre of the Oppressed, I considered, after not doing so for a long time, Aristotle's Poetics, and the pity and fear that a spectator may feel for the tragic hero, and what corrospondents of such that I may locate in my own life and what I may expel in catharsis that is according to Boal who says that according to Aristotle is anti-political, or a rather threat to the political equilibrium, then my roommate came home. And seeing the can of hairspray I had on the coffee table, she asked me if I had been huffing. No, I answered, I have not been huffing the hairspray.