Everyone Sees Different Things.

This World Can Only Give Me Reminders Of What I Don't Have, Can Never Have, Didn't Have For Long Enough.

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.

I Believe In God. Maybe Not The Catholic God Or Even The Christian One Because I Have A Hard Time Seeing Any God As Elitist. I Also Have A Hard Time Believing That Anything That Created Rain Forests And Oceans And An Infinite Universe Would, In The Same Process, Create Something As Unnatural As Humanity In Its Own Image. I Believe In God, But Not As A He Or She Or An It, But As Something That Defines My Ability To Conceptualize Within The Rather Paltry Frames Of Reference I Have On Hand.

She Smiled Darkly And Shook Her Head. 'i'm Not Crazy. I'm Not. Of Course What Else Would A Crazy Person Claim? That's The Kafkaesque Genius Of It All. If You're Not Crazy But People Have Told The World You Are, Then All Your Protests To The Contrary Just Underscore Their Point. Do You See What I'm Saying?

I Love Television. I Think We're In A Renaissance Of Epic Proportion In Television Now.