The Devil Promised God a Ferrari

The Devil himself could claw his way to the surface of the earth all the way from the darkest depths of Hell and I would definitely sympathize, I mean, it's a long enough drive from El Paso, Texas to Austin without my having to claw my way anywhere, but seriously? No. I'm sorry. I just cannot find it within myself to lend him a single dollar, I mean, the economy's bad enough as it is without it having to worry about Satan wreaking havoc with some ridiculous scheme of his. He's crazy, you know. An absolute lunatic he is. I doubt my ability to spend more than a few minutes in a room together with him............

I haven't spent more than a few minutes in a room together with nearly anyone recently though. I hate spending time with others...I hate it. I feel suffocated. Our egos can battle against one another all day like two rams butting heads. My head will ache. My joints will bleed. Tears will stream from my eyes, but I will continue to battle. I hate it...them. I absolutely hate it...them.

s t r e s s

"Hate" is a strong word. Stronger than many many...many...people believe it to be. Sticks and stones have got nothing, nothing I say, on hate...them. I'm not crazy, people are crazy. "Crazy" is such a strong word...hate. Do people say I am crazy?...but crazy is so strong. I'm not...not...crazy, no, I just have a watch; I keep time on my wrists...bleeding as they are.

p r e s s u r e

Some people say I have a nervous tick...tock, but that statement is completely unfounded. Those people don't even know me...me me me me me. Who are those people again?...who...like an owl at night...would know me?...who who who!!...heh heh...

God knocked on my door once...my door! He asked for some sugar for his tea. I let him know that I was tired of having to hand sugar out to every one of my neighbors and do you know what he did?...do you know what he said?? He took out a syringe and stabbed me with it! I was so lucky...so lucky! No one gets stabbed anymore...no one two three four five gets gets stabbed stabbed...

I SAID I do not have a nervous tick!...tock! Clocks clocks clocks clocks clocks...heh heh hehhhh...

I asked him, why do you stab...stabbbbbb...me like this? Do you know what he did?...do you know what he said?

He SAID the Devil himself could claw his way to the surface of the earth.

Curiosity Killed My Cat

You know, sometimes I'll be writing something, and I will just have to stop and think, "What kind of market is there for nonsense?" I wonder these things because whatever kind of market there is, I seem to be catering directly to it. I guess I can only hope it even so much as exists.

The problem with nonsense is simply that it isn't entirely necessary at any given moment in a day according to certain individuals (please note that I am not one of these individuals). It is these individuals that suck the life right out of nonsense. They are brimming with efficiency and logic. In my own humble opinion, however, if one is filled so much with too much efficiency and logic, then purpose is lost. What is the purpose of nonsense, you ask?

Good question.