May 20, 2010 19:02
Just what this place needs. Insects. Who's angered the Gods?
[Private to the Doctor]
why didn't you tell
everything I've ever
how much of what I thought was just
was it reall
I want to talk to you.
I also want a drink. Let me in the pub. First and only request.
[Private to the Rani - written about two am, and in a slightly sleep deprived frantic ramble]
It was just a cycle of self-fulfilling information, wasn't it? It was constructed in such a way that nothing could prove me wrong, and because nothing proved me wrong, I never considered it might have been, and thus considered all the information I obtained to be genuine, which meant I thought there were more conspiracies than there probably war, which made me see conspiracy everywhere I looked because, apparently, the whole city was against the Patrician - because every example of someone from the city I had, I tortured into saying they had something against the Patrician - because I was already convinced of their guilt.
It was all just a big circle of proving myself right because I couldn't afford to be wrong.
and I was wrong and now it's worth... what
I really hate you today. Time Lords. I hate Time Lords and their damn logic.
[Private to Martha]
A word, if you would.
me and my colleagues were not pleasant,
persecution complex 101,
the doctor doesn't measure up,
inmates swing can stand: the rani,
criminology discworld style