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my only real desire to grow old is that i will be afforded the opportunity and the socially acceptiblity necessary to allow my neurosis' to grow and flourish into the flower that is madness.
(that... and i can slap a girls ass with impunity...)
being as i am only a genius of moderate stature, i have feared that i lack the godstuff to produce art sublime, and find myself longing for the disconnect that insanity affords. therein lies the opportunity for a pure and unadulterated discourse with the muse, thereby allowing true genius to manifest itself by my hand.
sadly, over the course of late years, i have seen my idiosyncratic behaviours slip away, as i have fumbled toward mediocrity. (this is something that terrifies me more than gibbering shuggoths and elder beings that smell real bad...)
today i have discovered, that while i appear to have struck a soul crippling balance between the social norm and my own self destruction, there are in fact strange devils swimming deep beneath my conscious...

i have an aversion to even numbers.

the exception being multiples of 3, unless they have an 8 in them.

i can't leave the radios volume set to an even number, and watching the discovery channel on channel 8, can be difficult at times.

maybe i will be more god than animal one day.