She read that Nietzsche went insane and clutched the neck of a horse being mercilessly flogged by an irate coach driver. She could never understand why it was Nietzsche and not the coach driver who got hauled off to the asylum.
I watched this document on exotic birds, and for some reason the flamingos really struck my nature, particulary the Andean flamingo; I voyaged down to the High Andes of Chile, only to witness a beautiful flock of these majestic birds, and by the power of Thor, one flew within literally arms reach of me and exclaims, “Sir, you must pay close extremely close attention, before everyo-,” he stares prominently at my nose, then demands, “…are you Jewish?” I dumbfoundedly replied, “… well, yes, what does tha-,” before i even finished, damn bird scampered…racist bastards.
The demon was sticking its tongue at me, taunting and prodding, so I grabbed hold of his neck and strangled until his eyes bulged from his sockets and his tongue lolled, still and silent. Then it was just a baby and I wondered what happened to my meds.
i heard the lock in the door and realized the only judgment i should let matter should be mine. judging even the previous sentence, i drive myself crazy.
Oh, Cousin Junkie, you and your crazy exploits!
Stealing all of Grandma’s rings while we were at her funeral – classic Cousin Junkie!
I recall that you asked me if you went crazy would I still like you.
I said yes, but then I found out it was a line from a song, so no.
If your parents are crazy and bad then you are crazy and bad.
Something I used to believe.
Sometimes I go to the roof if my building with a sniper rifle and target people. That’s enough for me . . . for now.