Oh insanity how you are such an indulging vice of intrigue. A vice that we all consume, yet those of us who are aware are not diluted, just simply addicted while those who deny are both, and more forgone then all of us who accept our little...rough edges around the end of our minds with open arms. Its a form of brilliance really, a slice of luscious rapture and true genius without any restraints. Anyone who denies their own quirks, their own cult of self...this thing called insanity well...
There the types who simply snap one day and end up in a padded room or in the ground.
Anyhow, that was a nice little bit of rambling, and I'm not blessed to get advice on demand from different beings within my skull cavern, but it seems you are. Anymore in there you haven't let out? Perhaps one that wants to be an exotic dancer deep down like everyone does?
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I'm the only one that WANTS to be an exotic dancer deep down, aren't I?