I've heard that reasoning applied to ME, I dare say.
Oh well, that's the problem with such geniuses as ourselves. We have so little informed company up here, the only persons worthy of the honour of our conversations IS ourselves, so we just end up talking to ourselves incessantly. Well, at least that's how I handle it lol. Or, and I shudder to think, I could just be an unredeemable whackjob, a dreamer and someone who finds art and expression not in happy pots of flowers and idyllic scenes, but in the pain, suffering and sadness of the human condition where it matters: at life's watersheds.
Who's to say?
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