insane_father stork daddy he asked his dad, lucid enough, but calmly so as to be reliable these days, when he first thought he was losing it. well the pressure got to me. i was always too aware of myself, when i should've just given up on that and been like everyone else. every day i used to enter the house late at night after work. you and your mother were always sleeping. but i never thought that. i thought, someone has been here and has stolen all i cherish. the door wasn't thrown open like i thought it would be, there is nobody sobbing in the street, but maybe i'm too late for that, or too early. or maybe they hid it all and are waiting for me, these theives or murderers or police or whomever. and so i'd often say something loudly, knowing if you and your mother were asleep, you'd sleep through it as usual, along the lines of "i know you're there, show yourself" it was a bit of pascal's wager. if there was someone there, i might've flushed them out and if there was no one, well i lost nothing but a moment of pulse, and a breath or two. and as the days went on, each night settling next to your mother after checking in on you, it seemed you must be illusions set by these thieves. was that really her i was still sleeping next to? and the feeling of that man around the corner, hiding in the bathroom (visible in the hallway only by the mirror you could see when approaching the bathroom), with a stillness or an intent to destroy me, was more and more palatable. until one day he was actually there. the first few days, he let me pass, he became again a shadow. but the next week sometime i saw him in that bathroom mirror, standing in the in the second room it reflected, and so right next to me, separated only by a thin wall from me and the hallway. i could see his every motion. and as soon as i ran, he ran. he chased me into the streets, and no matter which corner i turned, he was always there. and i knew then that those times i came home to you and your mother and you were safe and loved and proud and gentle asleep, they were illusions. 040415 ... . fuck off! who do you think you are get out of my fucking flat! what do you mean you live here, dont talk to me like that! mindless drug hoover - fuck off 040415 what's it to you? who go blather from