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HAI BBS. I'm working on this at present.
When you go crazy, there is a lot involved. Obviously. It's a commitment, going totally over the edge. Everyday, everywhere, millions of people on Earth teeter on the brink, rushing like insects from place to place, getting relief only in their own minds which are too shabby to inhabit most of the time. They stare at the cracked subway ceiling, the yellowed papers swaying with the motion of the train and think, "I'm going crazy soon. I'll go crazy."
Some do, we hear about them on the news involving words like "postal" and "never saw it coming." Most never do. They go on and on until they die and at their funeral everyone awaits their turn unknowingly or checks their watches metaphorically, waiting until they die and no longer suffer from the prolonged almost-insanity of basic living.
If you are born crazy, good for you, bad for everyone else. You have several ways to go, which is a plus for the rest of your life. You could suffer, blend in, don a suit and tie, and at night before you sleep, are always conflicted. Or you could invest your life savings in a rubber costume, find a name that's usually a pun relating to your choice of attire, find minds to bend, and kill people and do bad shit for a living.
Some people are born in between everything. They aren't crazy, they've never been sane. They aren't above a lot of things that the people in the rubber suits are, but also at times they wear the ties and blend in. There are few people like this and you know them. They don't make sure you do, but they stand out so far that you can't help but as if they were brought into this world with a neon sign flickering above them. Don't mess with, it says.
These people, as stated, aren't born crazy and are not sane, so they don't go crazy like regular people. You know them.
Some animals flare when aroused, some spit poison, some change colors, they all are nature's way of saying do not touch.
Brock Samson puts on a shirt. He is one of them you know but he is the anomaly in this case, because at present Brock Samson thinks he's going crazy. This makes him different than everything else, as usual.
When you go crazy, there is a lot involved. Obviously. It's a commitment, going totally over the edge. Everyday, everywhere, millions of people on Earth teeter on the brink, rushing like insects from place to place, getting relief only in their own minds which are too shabby to inhabit most of the time. They stare at the cracked subway ceiling, the yellowed papers swaying with the motion of the train and think, "I'm going crazy soon. I'll go crazy."
Some do, we hear about them on the news involving words like "postal" and "never saw it coming." Most never do. They go on and on until they die and at their funeral everyone awaits their turn unknowingly or checks their watches metaphorically, waiting until they die and no longer suffer from the prolonged almost-insanity of basic living.
If you are born crazy, good for you, bad for everyone else. You have several ways to go, which is a plus for the rest of your life. You could suffer, blend in, don a suit and tie, and at night before you sleep, are always conflicted. Or you could invest your life savings in a rubber costume, find a name that's usually a pun relating to your choice of attire, find minds to bend, and kill people and do bad shit for a living.
Some people are born in between everything. They aren't crazy, they've never been sane. They aren't above a lot of things that the people in the rubber suits are, but also at times they wear the ties and blend in. There are few people like this and you know them. They don't make sure you do, but they stand out so far that you can't help but as if they were brought into this world with a neon sign flickering above them. Don't mess with, it says.
These people, as stated, aren't born crazy and are not sane, so they don't go crazy like regular people. You know them.
Some animals flare when aroused, some spit poison, some change colors, they all are nature's way of saying do not touch.
Brock Samson puts on a shirt. He is one of them you know but he is the anomaly in this case, because at present Brock Samson thinks he's going crazy. This makes him different than everything else, as usual.