some bullshit thoughts I wrote.

I suppose I’m a non-conforming conformist. I talk in a circular over articulated manor in order to confuse, bewilder and disorientate. To make you feel inferior, that’s my aim or so I let you think. Even now I write like some wanky know it all. It’s all for show. I want and need to keep you at arm’s length; I can’t have you like me because if you like me you’ll grow to hate me. I’d rather you hate me from the start then like me, suck me in, make me vulnerable. No it’s much better to have you intimidated, to force you into a corner that breeds hate, dislike, distrust. That’s what I tell myself. Nobody talks like that, but I do and it’s not an act. I suppose I’ve read too many tomes overflowing with Victorian love stories; it’s taken its effect on me.