1. superficial charm and good intelligence
2. Absence of delusions
3. Absence of nervousness
4. Unreliability
5. Untruthfulness and insincerity
6. Lack of remorse or shame
7. Inadequately motivated antisocial behaviour
8. Poor judgement and failure to learn by experience
9. Pathologic egocentricity and incapacity for love
10. General poverty in major affective reactions
11. Specific loss of insight
12. Unresponsiveness in general interpersonal relations
13. Fantastic and uninviting behaviour
14. Suicide rarely carried out.
15. Sex life impersonal, trivial, and poorly integrated
16. Failure to follow any life plan.
17. Grandiose sense of self-worth
18. Proneness to boredom/need for stimulation
19. Conning/manipulativeness
Saturday, December 6, 2008
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upward over the mountain - Iron&Wine
Mother don't worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed /
Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend /
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me? /
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body? /
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten /
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain /
Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison /
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given /
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to /
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you /
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten /
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain /
Mother don't worry, I've got a coat and some friends on the corner /
Mother don't worry, she's got a garden we're planting together /
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry? /
Blood on the floor, fleas on their paws, And you cried 'til the morning /
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten /
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain
we verbalize,
then categorize
we push away
what we despise
but in whose mind,
and in whose heart
do "normal" and
"abnormal" part?
cleckley's symptoms
define a man
just as barren
as i am
but, words cannot
trace out my way
or guarantee
that i will stray
the strength the lies
within my breast
will ever beat
for i'll not rest
until the day
i see the end
and i finally learn
to be a friend
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