Anatomy of a Thinker

Sipping a steaming hot cup of nicely brewed coffee under the beautiful moonlight...Feeling poetic. 

Sometimes such simple scenic beauty really inspires you. I am listening to a song and humming to the lyrics "someday, maybe one day...You'll be talking to me as if you knew me, saying to me 'Darling,I'll be home for next year' 

(http://www.last.fm/music/Two+Door+Cinema+Club/_/Next+Year)

My little cousin shows me a comic strip she has made. The title reads something like "The adventures of Mr Underpants and Mister Poopypants" :p

Reminds me of my comic days too. Loved The Archie books, Spiderman, Batman and Robinhood. Oh! But my most favorite was the one called "Johnny and the Homicidal Maniac". It was a story of a seemingly deranged psychotic-murderer, always trying and failing to keep his head above the water. He was considered insane and dangerous. But somehow there was something quite appealing in his insanity. He saw things for what they were. He saw right through people. I don't believe he wanted to. I believe he wanted to be ignorant, stupid, silly, quiet. There is one place where he says, "I've been talking to dead rabbits and feeding bloody walls. I've done horrifying things with salad tongs. It's really eaten into my social life."

AND

• "The world would be so much nicer if people only used guns on themselves."
• "Trust me, I know what self-loathing is, but to kill myself? That would put a damper on my search for answers. Not at all productive."
• "Dear Die-ary, today I stuffed some dolls full of dead rats I put in the blender. I'm wondering if, maybe, there really is something wrong with me."
• “Sometimes...you can cry until there's nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen. And, still it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent...it would not be because it cared.”