I've decided to let go of any remaining sanity I may have left.
I've decided to let go of any remaining sanity I may have left.
Call it a midlife crisis. Call it a justifiable reaction to what reality around me has become. Call it a complete breakdown of my mental well being. Just don't call it a comeback. There's no coming back from this.
I figure I'll just let go. Go into the light. I'm still alive, but mentally I'll be already gone.
Weeeeeeee!!! Let's fall down on the ice again, and explode into a million pieces, and eat some rock candy! That's not candy! It's my toe! That's what Joe Walsh used to say. Smoooooooke on the water......a pencil in your eye........
stares blankly at a wall
That leprechaun smells like toast.
It's no measure of health to be adjusted to a profoundly sick society.
Go crazy, it's the sanest option by far.
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I think I'll join you, if that's okay. Sanity is overrated in times like these.
Welcome to the club. There is a membership fee. Your sanity. And one cheese sandwich. Payable henceforth to Jacob the cheese god dog. He's a god, but also a dog. He loves cheese sandwiches, and I figure you could make a religion out of this!
you go look for that purple banana. You deserve it.