Manson was lucky. He could worm his way into your mind by telling you thinks he knew you wanted to hear but were afraid to`see that you did. I have a much harder job. I have to tell you things I know you don't want to hear and would rather die than believe. It's kind of the same but different and because you don't know what from what you really resist hearing anything our of fear. How would you know on which shoulder the angle or the devil sits.
Did I tell you about the time when I had this weird psychological experience I had, tetched in the head I think, about a savage world that would appear every time I closed my eyes as I went to sleep that led to massive panic when it continued to persist and I couldn't shake it off. It might have been some sleep paralysis dealie or a lucid dream but I feel like I was just me and all of a sudden this wolf would appear just like if it happened to you just now. Anyway, it was exhausting because I was dead tired and just wanted to go to sleep, not so easy to do when being attacked by a giant savage wolf.
But since there was no escaping the wolf and no denying the need to sleep I just decided I had no choice but to die and that I had to close my eyes. So I did and the wolf was gone. The world of insanity is fantastic and the waters warm and inviting once you get over the hump.
Anybody want to take bets on whether he'll buy into that bunk? If I can just get him to close his eyes I can slip one into his drink.