Of course I meant to be sarcastic, even if only on the inside and never to be vocalised.
Half of life never quite takes place on the outside anyway, it's all about the evil carousel barrel organ, the malicious ear worm, the fugal poisonous themes which corrode the Intangibles with each insidious repetition - for it's impossible to deal with that kind of momentum without creating new scars to prevent old ones from awakening.
I am sorry, but for all the wrong reasons.