The good days are over, but then again they always were.
Did you write that, Glass Man? It certainly sounds like you, but you deny it.
Hmmm, writing in your sleep? I thought you never slept. I thought you were always in control. Losing that control? Does it hurt?
Or maybe I posted it, but that would hardly help would it. Because it still sounded like you.
To my loving and adoring fans (that includes you Dante, you adorable thing), I give you a wonderful opportunity. Ever wondered what makes me tick? Well now's the time to ask away. I always love a good chat.