Crazy mad props to my man Mike for rolling with the world - I know you can do it.
Now: Holly's takes on The Dreamer's random thoughts (can you tell that making fun of this hapless sap is the ONLY thing that doesn't cause me stress today?)
TRANSLATIONS
I am what I am not
I have become what I never intended to be
My appearance, like my mannerisms; pretences.
OR:
Although I do not look, smell, or dress in an attractive manner, I am actually very sexy. If you do not see this, you are shallow.
How, may I ask, can a man break free from the confines of reality. is there a possibility that the
asylums are filled with the clinically sane or are the morally acceptable simply prisoners of
their own inability to cope with true fantasy.
Is it not our ability to dream which distinguish us from wild beasts.
OR:
Is it not our ability to end questions with questions marks that makes us grammatically correct? Most people in asylums are drooling catatonics who occasionally chew on themselves. This is not a fantasy I have that I do not have the courage to explore. Is it not the total ignorance of true mental illness that makes goths find it sexy?
Each day carries with it the possibility of a new beginning.
OR:
Okay, okay - I stole this from a Ziggy poster.
We no longer require our wits to survive.
We can simply mull along like leaches in a river of blood, feeding off our surroundings until
finally we drown in our own stupidity.
OR:
The fact that other people are more successful than I am is due to the fact that they are mindless yesmen without imagination. It is not due to the fact that I have been passed over for promotion due to my inability to wear a hairnet, keep my uniform shirts clean, or perform basic hygeine rituals
Man is attracted to sin like fly is to shit.
OR:
If I am crude, people will think I have balls.
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