Narrative Becomes The Way You Make Sense

I Normally Can't Stand Vice-free People. They Conflate A Narcissistic Instinct For Self-preservation With Moral Superiority. Plus, They Suck The Life Right Out Of A Party.

There Are Threads In Our Lives. You Pull One, And Everything Else Gets Affected.

If You Are Deemed Insane, Then All Actions That Would Oherwise Prove You Are Not Do, In Actuality, Fall Into The Framework Of An Insane Person’s Actions. Your Sound Protests Constitute Denial. Your Valid Fears Are Deemed Paranoia. Your Survival Instincts Are Labeled Defense Mechanisms. It’s A No-win Situation. It’s A Death Penalty Really.

We Were Supposed To Grow Old Together, Dolores. Have Kids. Take Walks Under Old Trees. I Wanted To Watch The Lines Etch Themselves Into Your Flesh And Know When Each And Every One Of Them Appeared. Die Together.

I Sort Of Play Golf Because A Lot Of My Friends Are Into It, But I'm Awful - My Handicap Is About Six Or Seven Thousand.