We've always been half-mad, and our writing a struggle to give voice to our brokenness. This is why we hearken to futility, failure and despair. We're a one-person mental institution, and our posts are letters sent to a sane aunt who can make nothing of them.
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March 24, 2011
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Sounds perfectly sane to me. Kesey once wrote that we know too much about mental illness to go mad. He was a bit crazy though.
Posted by: Pisces Iscariot | March 24, 2011 at 04:47 PM
the craziest part is how you managed to get yourself into that straight-jacket single-handedly.
Posted by: kfc | March 24, 2011 at 08:10 PM
Man, that was good! Really good. And, again, an opening line to die for.
Posted by: Martijn | March 25, 2011 at 03:47 AM
KFC, it wasn't easy. It's not easy typing in the thing, either. Hi Pisces Iscariot! And thanks Martijn!
Posted by: UF MIKE | March 25, 2011 at 08:18 AM
Oh yes.
Posted by: Ashabot.blogspot.com | April 01, 2011 at 04:25 PM