These are the songs we sing

Not because it brings us happiness, but because it is who we are.

Happiness seems to be elusive of late. I've never had a great trust in happiness to begin with, but it's resilient defiance of my will is irritating. Ah, but so it is, so it is, and so...

Here's some poetry:

I will always be insane

I will always be insane

You will always be a bitch

I will always be insane

You will always be a jerk

I will always be insane

You will always have that hairy little growth on the back of your neck

These things we can pick at and try to remove

And we can succeed

But the damage has already been done

The imprint is final

These flaws have been buried deep within our pysche

Left there to twist our thoughts for all the years to come

Thus I will always be insane

And you will always be my friend

-Rand