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Love itself is kind of a religion, more of a cult. Somebody would say to you "Do you love me? Do you love me?" And you go "Yes, I do love you." And they go "How much do you love me? Will you love me next week? How about next month? Especially next year I may be a real prick around there. Do you think about me all the time? Do you? Do you sometime realise that when you're not think about me and you feel terrible. Will you make me laugh? Will you feed me? Will you tickle me? Will you do all those things?" It is a cult that you've been invited into.

That's only if you sleep. Who can sleep? Who sleeps? Really. If you're a proper grownup in the 21st century and you're an adults human being, how can you relax at all! Your mind keeps churning. You think "What if this thing happens?!" "Em...hen.." "What if that thing happens?" "What if they happen together?!" "What if I lose my job?! I hate my fucking job but what if I lose it?!" Your mind is like a hive of worms. And worms don't live in a hives, so, it's already felt unnatural.