2.22

I have slipped loose from my constraints, my bonds. They shattered like frozen tissue paper.
It's not like it made me happy to make that comparison.

[I don't like this post, but I like the sound of it.]

2.21

I'm terraforming the entire world to suit my needs. I'm stripping the crust. I'm killing everyone because the earth needs to be a better place to live.

2.14

Valentines mad libs.

Because of the way your [organ] feels, I can't stand it any longer. Will you be my valentine?
I realize I [past tense action verb] you in the past, but you really can't blame me. I was swayed by the intoxicating influence of [emotion.]
Valentine, be mine.
Or don't. Whatever [singular action verb] your [noun.]

2.6b

Nobody wants to read normal conversations. "I just don't know what to wear. I like knowing what other people are wearing so I can know what to wear. Otherwise, I show up and I feel out of place. What are you wearing?" Normal conversations are numbing. They are novacaine for your interest in something.
People want to read interesting conversations. They want to know that a girl held the door for me today, and her friend called her a gentleman. I piled on, saying she could surely get all the women. Her friend attempted to be boring: "You know what they say . . ." "Do they?" "Well, yeah." "They shouldn't. It's scandalous of them."

Stop having boring conversations where I can hear you.

2.6

My head feels huge, space-wise, but not like that. It's my awareness that fills the whole room. My head feels like it's expansive and I'm a toothpick falling through it. I'm accidentally there, left, as if by some higher power in a rush to make an appointment.

2.3

I tear at my hair, ripping scalp and mind together. I bawl at the sky, baring my skin to a summer rain. Lightning strikes my fancy.