Because I Am An Inhuman Monster, I

I Was Good At Being Charming, One Of My Very Few Vanities.

...being Torn Apart By Far Too Many Loyalties That Could Not Possibly Live Together In The Same Brain.

Life Teaches Us That Human Thought Almost Never Walks Hand In Hand With Logic, And It Is Usually Counterproductive To Raise The Point.

I Rose To My Knees, Mouth Dry And Heart Pounding, And Paused To Finger A Rip In My Beautiful Dacron Bowling Shirt. I Pushed My Fingertip Through The Hole And Wiggled It At Myself. Hello, Dexter, Where Are You Going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I Don't Know, But I'm Almost There. I Hear My Friends Calling.

I Think That's Nice, And If I Could Have Feelings At All I Would Have Them For Deb.