I think I could fall madly in bed with you.
TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
If you really want to know, I drink soy milk because my dad drinks non-alcoholic beer. We are fake beverages kind of people. I love animals and I'm a binge recycler and I hate wasteful consumerism and I use the Dewey decimal system on my CDs and I like bowling and riding bikes and standing on my head and going places, and I'm intrigued by the mafia and black and white photos and abstract art and Victorian furniture and everything with a bit of Bourbon street flair.
"Man is the religious animal. He is the only religious animal. He is the only animal that has the True Religion – several of them. He is the only animal that loves his neighbour as himself and cuts his throat, if his theology isn’t straight. He has made a graveyard of the globe in trying his honest best to smooth his brother’s path to happiness and heaven." --Mark Twain
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