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This blog is weird. I can wirte whatever I like and you will never know who the fuck I am. Am I a man or a woman? Am I from Manchester or Wisconsin? Am I crazy? Is crazy thinking about murdering sleeping lovers in the night. Is crazy setting an alarm in the middle of the night to watch said sleeping lover sleep and murmur total incomprehensible rubbish (the woods, the woods... are in... the fridge etc.) to me as I try valiantly to fucking sleep? Is that sort of thing normal? Debatable. Does Obama ever think like this? I mean, does he ever think about teahcing her for keeping him up with her incessant snoring by making his kids watch while he tortures her to her surprised enjoyment? I bet he does. I bet he thought about fucking Sarah Palin in the end too, even if not initially. It's amazing the concept of control, I'm not sure peoples impulses exist at all these days, I mean, what if I started doing whatever the fuck I wanted to, I'd probably end up in jail although, interestingly, I am a loyal, law abiding member of society? I mean, that would mean that rapists etc. must think about way more fucked up shit than they actually carry out, what if rape to them is diet something else? What if they fantasized about normal things but they always found themselves balls deep in a struggling stranger in an alleyway as a result? That would be way fucked. I'd hate to be raped you know. I reckon that's even more scarring than I don't know killing someone, which, I've got to admit, is something I'm almost a bit pissed off that I'm not ever going to experience that feeling... (it kinda ended a bit suddenly here but with loads of blank space till the sign off)

Anyway, forget it