- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Correct me if I'm wrong, but hasn't the fine line between sanity and madness gotten finer?
I suggest you commit yourself to a Psychiatric hospital before what is left of your sanity disappears, and you be left strapped upright in a chair; fed mushy peas (and other non-solids) with a rubber spoon in a darkened room with only your tortured and erratic fantasies for comfort, and occasional self-pleasuring.
Regards.