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Who wears a tie? I'm not on trial and nobody in my family has died.

I'm not waving hi, socialization did not take well even though the school system tried.

They say the end is nigh, the four horsemen of the apocalypse are hiring so I padded my resume and applied.

There is no benefit in being shy, it's just that my neural circuitry for approval has overheated and is now completely fried.

A good portion of my company believes themselves to be indispensable, when they are just stuffed animals on my shelf.

Mental health services are quick to call my behavior reprehensible, because I push aside the DSM and choose myself.

My tolerance for a quarrelsome type is not that extensible, in the same way a good mood is not too far removed from my wealth.

We give way too much heed to things that are sensible, so brew a cup of ayahuasca and I will relay the knowledge of my elf.

A swarm of antichrists desperately audition for my attention in order to jump start their pathetic careers.

So I put them in my crosshairs to see that trademark wit, but instead they give me a dance routine with plenty of tears.

My life consists in taking in outcasts with promise, then shaking the ground beneath them when they think we are peers.

Creativity means having to share space with devils, so understand when it is in your interest to engage or to shift gears.