is happy but worn out.
They say that crazy people don’t know that they’re crazy. Does that mean that if you think that you are crazy that you can’t be? Or are you just not crazy in the way that you think? Can a person be paranoid of themself?
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My clock is wrong. Wrong for my time zone. The hours are wrong. The minutes are wrong too. But which is truly wrong? I have two clocks sitting side by side. One ticking away on my desk and the other being displayed on my computer monitor: both with different [...]
Do the insane know that they are truly insane? Do they ever have a single moment of clarity signifying to their soul that things are not right in their world? If they did, would they notice? Or write it off as another phantom or specter toying with the senses and ideals? [...]
Weasels and weevils sound very much alike. In the way of their identifying words associated with their being and not of the sounds that each individual animal makes. It would be an odd thing indeed to hear a weevil making the sounds of a weasel. However the opposite way around would just [...]
Today, I’m creating another new category called Writing. Here I’ll post things that have nothing to do with me or anything else. They are fictional fragments of ideas, stories, delusions, et al that I have come up with either now or previously but have never printed anywhere publicly viewable. These ideas are [...]
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