-Just spent five, ten minutes on craigslist personals, perusing the gender of your choice. All that desperation, spite, and straight bullshit, mmmmm, YES. It's like a breath of pure oxygen, a sweet breath of reality firing up your forebrain to do battle with the back+stem. It's just what you (I) need after you've (I've) been sucking the cloying, noxious exhaust of the ideal, guv'mint sending their scare waves through yr TV, trying to incubate the space-centipede larva in your abdominal cavity. YOU CAN'T GET ME. I absorb more radiation than a thousand chest x-rays per diem.
I CAN FLY, BUT IF I SHOWED YOU, THERE'S NO GUARANTEE YOU WOULDN'T SELL ME OUT.
(I can't read your mind yet, but I'm taking a class.)