Jackal and Hide. Schizophrenic?
Hardly. I get bored talking to myself.
What would be the point? Same old blah-blah which just
consists of who can blah blah the most.
Talking to yourself is self-demeaning and never comes to
any conclusion for you are grappling with yourself -
As if - should you walk forwards when you get out of bed
for a wee - so start with the left leg or the right?
Do you actually think about that? Could it be that in our
cosmos, that the fact - your choice of which leg to forward to go to the toilet
could affect the galaxy and the way its spins in the universe.
Of course not. You would be sectioned to be shot under a
NAZI regime – but thank fuck we won. Once in 1966.
However – I digress.
Digress? A simple word that a mad man would have a problem
to understand. But why try to fathom the meaning when the mind is in the
fathoms?
Fathoms? Really deep. Stick to metres. For what is a
fathom, but a lunatics idea how deep you can go before your submarine implodes
and you all died?
Stay tuned because soon we will examine Santa Clause and
his sexual association with the elves.
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