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I think there's something rotten inside of me. I used to believe in magick and faeries. It's not to say I don't still, but is anything real?

If you believe it is, okay, okay.

But what's the line between delusion and belief? Fallacy and fact, misconception and comprehension-- how is anything real?

One things for sure, he didn't clean the beard hair out of the sink again.

I know he knows, and I know he tries- so I should probably not get mad and get patient.

"Patients means you have to wait, have to wait, have to wait. Even though you hate to wait there's something you can do. Touch your nose and count to 8, count to 8, count to 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7- 5, 6,7- 5, 6, 7. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, now we are through"

the hair is still there
i knew it
nothing is real