morning

Isn't the beast inside of you alway hungry going, "Give me the good stuff, not the bad stuff!" and you think, what you mean? And then you engage the part of yourself within to figure out what's the good stuff and what's the bad stuff? It goes "You know the good stuff. Whatever I'm not allowed. That's the ultimate shopping list. I'd like some illegal, some forbidden, some frowned upon, and some downright disgusting, please. I'll like some of that wine too, thank you!"

Have you ever read Frankenstein? The book by Mary Shelley, a woman. My after thought of the story might sound a bit generalisation, but does felt that all women, past, present, and future, are Mary Shelly, and all men are the Creature.

The things is though, Irish people are just far more emotional. They've included emotion in their culture. If you talk to an English person, you wouldn't know if he recently died a family or just got married. It's because of that English smile they carrying around all the time. "Hello, hello..." looks like there's Rockin-Oyster under their tongue, going, "Hello, Good morning, Don't touch me, Stay away. Don't get fucking too close, leave me alone. And Hi, Hello!" And it's either that or when they do become emotional, the emotion come out violently. They come in play football with you and they rip the shit out of stadium and they literally eat the fucking chairs.