Me: Hello dear Tom, how do you do?
Me: Not too bad, Tom, and you?
Me:Ah, I dont know, I got a toothache
Me: I hear panadol for that is good to take
Me: So, Tom you like to write?
Me: I do indeed, but most is shite.
Me: So why then do you write more?
Me: It stops Master time when he tries to bore
Me: Im bored already... I bid goodbye
Me: Ill piss on your grave when you die...

Do I detect an element of the autobiographical here?

iNDEED INDEED aye :-)

i often interview myself, to see weather ive lost me marbles yet lol

Great i'nt it when you can answer yourself as well!
Just don't have a lovers tiff, it gets you into all kinds of trouble and all hell breaks loose.
Makes for good poetry though,ha ha.

The gist of it

Just the other day
as one does
I sat beside the only other person on the bus
she turned to the window
but I sat there and ignored her
and said: Talking to yourself’s a sign
of narcissistic sociopathic disorder
I said: ’S not!!!!
I said: ’tis
I said: What???? I said: this?
I said: Yes, I said: that
I said: oh.
this went on three stops and I won’t carry on
but you do get the gist of it though.

I went to the scout hut
to watch a film
and When Harry Met Sally were on
before we went in, I sat facing some lass
and I started to go into spasm
banging the table and shouting and that
and faking having an orgasm
I said: Ooh
I said: Ahh
I said: Ooh I said: Eee!
I said: Ooh, I said: ooh,
I said: Oh!
to say anymore would be breaching my ASBO,
you get the idea of it though.

You are a fruitcake Glennon!!

Jim morrison said the self interview is the essence of creativity. I believe the mentally ill simply are unable to answer their own questions and need a little guidance towards finding the answers they need

Why thank you, my little current bun.

your welcome

That was a response to Melanie's comment.