kind of, "oh, i'm so brilliant, i can't control my thoughts." there's a streak, a kind of misanthropic thing. a little bit like a battered... yeah, like he might not like going outside very much, that he spends his life in his own head, having these slightly quirky thoughts, these sort of sexually perverted thoughts and, you know, talking about inflatable dolls. # your love for me is not debatable # your sexual appetite�*s insatiable # you never make me wait at all # delectable, inflatable you # and then just going on around about logical philosophy and wearing... i'm looking like edward scissorhands crossed with robert smith from the cure, and you got the sense that he was someone who didn't get out much. yes. and that's very different from who i am and who i was.