I sure hope it's fun Christina!... ... and not that looney weird not so fun pretend to be fun super psychotic direct from the land of the overwhelmed underclowns fun.

if you know what I mean? I don't quite know what I mean today suddenly... so it's ok if you don't too .

had a visit from the ever so sneaky bipolar self belief agents!... and with no coercion to speak of!... was able to liaise with them and their superior reasoning for a number of days no less than 10 perhaps not exceeding 12!

...and then I thought I knew what real was...or IS?

it's spider web thin this strand of guesswork!

all it took was a walk up the street and the latent imaginative energy within my brain began to stir some lazy synaptic slumber. ... considering my street is flat I stressed and strained about why and which and none without how can I refer to it somedays as I'm now going UP the street...
and on other days I'm now going DOWN the street when clearly there has been no deviation in elevation?

and I just had to question it didn't I ask pointless meaningless questions to interfere with the mental ecosystem and suddenly everything around myself lost it's integrity and became instantly unquantifiable and Im sure I'm an alien goldfish hovering in some intergalactic Earth soup separated only by this visibly invisible ultra thin membrane of self control of which I am forever on the threshold of grieving it's loss!

in other words... I sense a manic attack is on the way