"They have no friends, no life, don't do anything except sit around and think, never make any efort to socialize, get depressed, and all of a sudden it's a mental disorder." oh lord ,
how grateful am i that i happened to be a thinking man!
you did not give me any friends,
neither life nor the skills - the thankless grace of a social butterfly;
my skinny ass that you made is plain worthless except to sit on and think...
- Glory! you made me a thinking man! -
and just by chance, all of a sudden(!) i am a mental case...
you forged this creation on chaos, this lovely amagal of random chance:
the thousand cliffs you raised that sit on desolate rocks,
thousands more sit silently below the ocean green;
and below placid waters the parliament of clinically depressed fishes -
no friends, no life, no effort at socializing whatsoever -
idling away, darting in disordered (mentally so!) circles just to be seen;
the society of birds irrationally lined -
no friends, the depression level dangerously high (almost 10) -
in arrowhead migrating and no chance of them sitting;
Glory! that i was bestowed with a thinking Mind!
mG