I came to the conclusion today that I no longer believed in Love.

http://www.polyorlando.org/html/biological_imperative.htm

I
have no need, time nor inclination for an apprentice, appendage or
fashion accessory to validate myself, and it suprises me that any of you still
do, but anyway I'm not attacking you just standing back from life and
observing that supposed all powerful daydream that makes the world go
round.

My further conclusion is that there was only room for one Girl my heart and that was my Daughter.

Subsequent or rather parent to this conclusion was that there is no such thing as Love, only biological imperative.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biological_imperative

However upon browsing pictures of Josie for my new profile pics, I have decided that perhaps there is such a thing as Love.

Ultimately
though this is still only biological imperative, and ironically she
probably has no conception of who I am seeing as she barely sees me,
no-one probably ever talks to her about me, and she has no idea what to
do with a phone when I talk to her.

I dunno, I haven't smoked a joint in ages, I guess I'm struggling with this new brain chimera's tree/chemistry. Part of me knows that should I ever track down some weed, on that first toke I'll mentally kick myself saying something along the lines of:

"Boyeeee! Shut ya mad klaat!"

I guess it's just a matter of filling that time, or thinking about home growing...

"Oh, they say madness runs in our family. Some even call me mad. And
why? Because I dared to dream of my own race of atomic monsters, atomic
supermen with octagonal shaped bodies that suck blood..."