MOBY: (is silent for a few moments, when in an sudden outburst) It's like I'm standing on the middle of this fucking open dessert of fucking burning hot sandy fucking flame fighting for my fucking life! I'm fending off miniature scary purple things with teeth and brains!

(sighs) I'm describing a psychotic episode. My shrink can't quite say it's... manic. But you wouldn't want to be around me when it does happen, unless you're masochistic. It's sudden, scary, unpredictable, and you could write a book about it I swear to fucking god.

(starts humming a tune, after a moment, he shakes his head violently and flails his arms around shortly before slumping over) Jesus. This is what I mean. This is what I MEAN! If we can’t understand what we mean and if we plunge into danger before, before. FUCK! FUCK ME! WHAT THE FUCK AM I FUCKING TALKING ABOUT! FUCK MY MOTHER!

(there is a pause, and MOBY realizes what he just said)
FUCK!