i do believe that delusions can be grandiose, but then again, the supposed "delusion" can be entrenched in a life, so stale & boring, that the only "grandiosity" is a perpetuated lie, hiding a blatant truth... as the old proverb states: a lie walks on short legs; i hope he never meets me, for his own sake, i hope he becomes a mama's boy, and remains a lacklustre oedipus... and that is how i said to myself: only ****** retain the ronin code of up-keeping honesty, integrity and what else deserves suffice... and they even add: i have a s.t.d. check often... well... you're more likely to catch an s.t.d. from a casual encounter with a woman outside the trade of prostitution, than you are with a woman, within the trade.

if little matt is wrong,
but suddenly picks up on:
wait a minute,
something is wrong,
i look like my mama,
but i don't look like my
papa...
and then lil matt starts
looking for his
original papa,
and his original papa
tells him a story
of his mama, the real
story, about his mama,
and then
his mama hesitates
to reply,
   and lil matt hears:
i wanted a pardon,
i said something wrong once,
but then i went back
to make amends,
but i was blocked by
a russian by the name
of *german and another
russian named dmitri...
  i could be deluded thinking
it's all true...
    i won't know,
until i've heard enough lies to
numb my head, put my *****
in a monkeywrench and
someone starting to call me
'enry!