Isn't it wonderful that nothing breaks that fantasy bubble of mine?
Australia can be a pretty corrupt place in the area of Kilburn, Salisbury or even Salisbury Downs (but not in Salisbury North fortunately) but my fantasy is strong, and to keep this as monosyllabic as possible, I like to add that whatever fear happens against me, my fantasy is that it never exists, and that dead people are happy and have a peaceful death. However violence happens in this area, and I haven't faced it (but got a stick ready to beat the crap out of a schizo cunt), in fact the fantasy is I'm living in a peaceful place in the fields with the flowers and the fields, and the squirrels, without restrictions from such reality, and it's great! Isn't it wonderful? Is it normal to live in fantasy?