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Number 32

 

Now the greatest of all minds (and our minds certainly come under that now don’t we) needs a diary. Yes a diary. That simple book with not so simple thoughts and feelings. In this diary you need to write your innermost soulful thoughts, her longings for the insane, your (looks into the distance and sniffles) verges on losing the insanity. All that stuff. Just to give you a good idea of what an insane person’s diary might look like, I’ll share my first entry with you.

 

Dear Eugene (you should never address your diary as Diary, it insults them)

Today began a new day in the era of the insane. Can you guess? Can you? Can you? Oh right, you are just a piece of paper and can’t hear or talk, thanks for telling me. Well, I told my fellow insane inmates to start writing a dairy, no a diary. Dairy’s are where they make milk. So at this very moment, who knows how many people are writing diarys out there. Be it hundred, thousands, millions, billions, gazillions, trillions? What’s more, gazillions or trillons? Oh well, that isn’t something that’s important right now. What is important is dairy’s. No, diary’s. Oh I can’t even remember anymore, both are important but one is more important, the other more importanter.

 

 

Ohmigosh (don’t ever use bad language, people might look at you weirdly). I can’t read what I’m writing, gasp! I must be becoming sane, no, no, no, no. I cannot be sane, I cannot. Oh, wait, I’m not sane, I just wasn’t actually writing. In my head I was though, what better a place to keep things treasured.

That is all for now Eugene, these pages should not be too filled with nonsensical words that portray the perfect sense.

Goodbye for now Eugene, till next we say our adieus.

Reviews

[Aeneas Barton]

plural of diary ---- diaries but honestly, I like the way you put it, adding to the level of insanity, but hey that is just my opinion