sometimes I wonder

if I'm not fooling myself. if everything I believe is a lie. if the people who are closest to me are lying to me not just about little things like shagging slutty asian bimbos but big things like who they are and their capacity to lie about shagging slutty asian bimbos and their love for me. perhaps love is the wrong word because when you read about love you think something other than the capacity to tolerate someone (the "loved one") and their many faults for years on end.

then I repress these unpleasant possibly paranoid thoughts via vigorous housekeeping or having a smoke and manage to get on with my life for another wee while until the thoughts come again.

disgusting

how having a clean nest puts me in a good mood. my dorsal plates are itchy.

this avian flu. as a reptile I am most disturbed by it, seeing as how birds are my very close relatives. what? you say with surprise. birds and reptiles related? and yet if you only look at the disgusting scaly feet of your average fowl, the beady eye, the scaly red wattle, the feathers which are only modified scales, it is all too obvious. that's why people say alligator tastes like chicken. alligator is chicken's cousin.

here's the other thing. the french have a dish which is made of cockscombs. snails, I can handle. even foie gras which if you think about it is disgusting. but cockscombs. that droopy thing on the top of a birds head. it's enough to drive you straight into the arms of those braying retards at fox news.