I have a dark side, too. Somehow, I doubt that. You have a good heart, Dexter. I think he’s got a crush on you, Dex!
Like a sloth. I can do that. I’m a sociopath; there’s not much he can do for me. I’m not the monster he wants me to be. So I’m neither mannor beast. I’m something new entirely. With my own set of rules. I’m Dexter. Boo. I’m really more an apartment person. Rorschach would say you have a hard time relating to others.
I’m really more an apartment person. I feel like a jigsaw puzzle missing a piece. And I’m not even sure what the picture should be. Watching ice melt. This is fun. I’m really more an apartment person. I am not a killer. I’m really more an apartment person.
I’m doing mental jumping jacks. Like a sloth. I can do that. I’ve lived in darkness a long time. Over the years my eyes adjusted until the dark became my world and I could see. Only you could make those words cute.
Pretend. You pretend the feelings are there, for the world, for the people around you. Who knows? Maybe one day they will be. I’m generally confused most of the time. Makes me a … scientist.