insanity

crystal tells me that only a small part of her is listening to me, because i am crazy. merde alors, femme! she had just openly admitted to having a sectioned, or split, personality, part of which had completely different opinions than other parts. then again old aoibhistin says the clean kitchen is an unused kitchen, or conversely that i see a dirty kitchen and i long only to see it cleaned but as soon as it is cleaned, i transform into someone who will cook until the kitchen is dirtier than before. then we have the matter of the one of me who is sleeping in bed and the one having woken up scolding the previous person for having slept so long, the one who anxiously looks to the future for change and the one who wants to freeze time and run around and straighten everything up before another minute passes. one of my students said she would have no date for tonight because her boyfriend was reading a poem he had written to her, stops in mid-line, runs up to the attic, and is found pacing and sweating around clutching a loaded gun, trying to listen again for the intruder, you're scaring me i'm gonna go now. the poet becomes the madman, but all along his motivation was the wellfare of the woman. do people have more internal contradictions in these times? mom calls and asks her if she's going to church, she says she recently stopped going due to a falling out with God. "everytime i talk to him it ends up in a shouting match"