Insanity is the storm which assaults the cabin that is my consciousness. I leave my window open, but I'm aware that that the wind will never be strong enough to tear down the walls

Monday, January 21, 2008

Roots

"Maybe it's just true. It's her cousin. People have cousins. I mean, I have a female cousin. [pause] Maybe he's gay and she's afraid it'll make me feel insecure. Well that's not very encouraging, her attitude towards me. I guess there isn't even anyone. She just needs some time to clear her mind and her pores. Chicks dig that. Pores, definitely the pores. Women can't stand that, right? Oh, she probably put it in her head that I don't like her spending time with her girl friends. Which I don't, but I don't let her know...skanks. She's insecure, poor thing. She wants to handle her world on her own a bit. She's not a fornicator, we have moderate sex. Moderate sex."
"Hi, honey, what's that you just
"I don't believe you. [pause] Get out."