I sometimes wonder what it’s like to be insane. I don’t mean minor league insane, like my family, but big ol’ crazy insane, like people who yell at pots and pans and hear voices and maybe try to build living meat statues for the Lord. So insane that the world in which you live is just indescribably different from the world in which the rest of us exist. People like that read books like these;
All my friends are dead and they taste like they’ve gone bad.
Everything everywhere looks like wang.
Short answer: no.
Because of all the bareback porn.
Turn those pages!
You need to be very careful.
Advanced level madness.
Dinner after a hard day of crazy.