I swear, does he never shut up?! My God, how can he find that much to talk about? Shit, now he has to read the damn article to me, I could read it myself so much faster, didja know that, didja know that, say, say,say, …It’s Assimov, God, and I gotta get up early in the morning…
You should be feeling guilty about something right about now. Damn Catholicism hangoverers.
My response is much more amusing:
Damnit, stop making me talk back to you out loud!
Mines telling me I shouldn’t have looked at Squeegee’s thread on quitting smoking, i have an almost uncontrolable urge to smoke now…must not smoke…only one, we wont tell anyone…no can’t do it.
Until I started using my hands to type, my inner voice was saying
“wow! I have lost all sense of my body! It’s like my consciousness has concentrated inside my head. And nothing in my vision is to scale, it all seems huge. As if I am a tiny tiny little person stood inside my head looking through these huge eyes”
No drug or drink taking involved here. This happens to me sometimes, it might have something to do with the eery space music (sound track from ‘freelancer’) that I am playing.
damn cool while it lasts!
“Must burn… burn… they’re plotting against you… BURN THEM ALL”
Rock the Casbah
I thought only Joan Of Ark heard voices?!