Pillow talk

Don't you just love late night conversations? Seeing that I am a conversationalist (NOT!) and I love being on the phone (HATE IT!) the evening talks are quite interesting. A majority of the time my inaudible responses to rather complex statements are conscious, and maybe intelligent. It is similar to intoxication, because half the time I can not remember what went on last night. Although it is more of a mental/inner body experience than a (oops I slept with her kind of thing). "What did I say?" Usually is the first thing that echoes in my head, because honestly, I know foul shit has erupted from the vault of my mind. The grotesque attributes that surface in the peak of the night are hardly admirable. In fact, it's a Th3rd and Infamous Mynded kind of thing (Dr. Jekyl & My Hyde). One part is a sufficient and enabled individual that seeks intellectual stimulation and spiritual sensation. The other is a condescending and pessimistic miscreant who delves in the behavior of ID like tendencies and callow characteristics. I wonder how the outside world perceives my nightly transformation. BWAHAHH