Given that: not any the shrinks thus far have offered a granular analysis of what goes-on inside that febrile jelloware..
I'll take a stab (prolly already out there). These self-immolating snippets point towards a clue: his inability
to-->Face any slight imperfection within his every utterance.
Some script-inside is trying for The Martyr-Exit whereby he can still conclude, IDNW-forever [I Did Nothing Wrong!]
Thus: his demise Is All Our fucking-Fault /not His.
Rest Roast Case, fire fed by comb-over-hair strands, collected.
I'll take a stab (prolly already out there). These self-immolating snippets point towards a clue: his inability
to-->Face any slight imperfection within his every utterance.
Some script-inside is trying for The Martyr-Exit whereby he can still conclude, IDNW-forever [I Did Nothing Wrong!]
Thus: his demise Is All Our fucking-Fault /not His.