my mind is like a firing range and the damn targets are movin' around too much...or it's sideshow bloody alley and everyone wins a prize!...or do they? lets hope so and who gives a stuff anyway? my own threads make me laugh sometimes...thats why I write them but the bullets are flying...wheres my vest?...bulletproof is best....coulda' guessed!

hold it together!....keep it together!
I'm falling apart!.....Don't come unstuck!
any of these things sound familiar?...my existence is based on things like this and it goes alright for a while.

the many psychological elements that make up the ME structure feeeeel like they are coming unglued again. like my mental body parts are loosening up....for me it's my eyeballs first to go?
things just start to look different...the world around me suddenly begins to look utterly absurd!....and the little puppet sets in my little puppet play have an amusing 'made outa puppet stuff' look about them and it's a mind blowing event when the puppet looks up at the master!! and says
ah WTF?

...and am I gonna tear these damn strings away....rippem' off?
will the master reach down and glue me back together when I crash on the puppet floor in my looney little puppet world...

and will it hold?