Said the Joker to the Thief

I got mixed up somewhere. I got the soul of Dylan (Bob) and the sensibilities of Milquetoast (Casper). There's a reason why I'm so angry. There's validation behind my rage. What else *is* there to feel with all this electricity humming and reverberating inside my veins with teeth-rattling force? It's not easy trying to communicate in words with a world that speaks and thinks in binary code. It's disheartening. It's foolish even to try. I'm a writer with no inspiration. So I stay quiet because, what can I do? And every now and then what's inside has to get out. That's what propels these little nonsense gems. It's the only thing that keeps my atoms from dispersing and spinning out into oblivion.