After a long moment I closed the freezer door. I wanted to lie down and press my cheek against the cool linoleum. Instead I reached out with my little finger and flipped the Barbie's head. It went thack thack against the door. I flipped it again. Thack thack. Whee. I had a new hobby.

I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.

As I've said, freedom is really an illusion. Anytime we think we have a real choice, it just means we haven't seen the shotgun aimed at our navel.

Or was he saying, "Hi! Wanna play?" And I did. Of course I did.

You're driving me NORMAL!

...being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live together in the same brain.

Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.