I am both, are you

Somewhere in these swirling mire of thoughts drifting about my brain is a conflict between the base, dirty old man in a raincoat thinking and the respectful and kind persona I want to show, but I am neither, and I am both.  What are you? And what holds the final say in your mind, instinct or intellect?

Variations of today show an equally productive day but this one had a little laughter, some of it I could say I contributed to the joke, but mostly I just enjoyed the flow, wash, swish, off you go little thought. Fucking knob.

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