Alice, intellectual snob: Logic intervention (Part 5)

How am I not a raving lunatic by now, domme morrigan? It’s something I can not decipher, my sanity, even by intellectual snobbery – it’s so dumb this commotion about nothing!

I’m asking you, do you understand what I’m talking about – these mad people are saying I’m mad – do you understand why I’d ask you that in reason, now?

I know for sure mum was on the phone to her friend telling her I’m mad, it was spoken in the language I understand: insanity

The way she tells everyone now just like my skin and blister, my psycho sister, like the people in those horror movies the two of them get excited about

I walk in and defend myself and she barks

I didn’t say you’re mad

Then gets angry at me for accusing her of something she says she doesn’t do, as if I’m mad or something, ie. that she doesn’t tell people I’m mad – but she tells everyone I’m mad, like my own mother is caught, going psycho in the middle of a horror movie

Whoever thought schizophrenia would become such a bedrock of sanity in today’s world of the fringe moving in next door

I would never have thought, not in my weirdest imagination, domme morrigan, look at me, I want to be-

Your sub by night a vigilante