most of my woken up self is asking questions all stoooopid sometimes beautiful often awkward all day! ...or could be night?

...curious odd little skull pudding safe inside bone...close but far from scratching and eager little fingers that want to dig it out and tear it apart!

it's not me that's interested it's not me that's asking... it's really me that doesn't want to know the answers to impossible questions! ..

...it's my strange brain that's doing the asking and I really don't want to know what question I or something or somebody had to ask to find that out!

like today something agitated me. (yes the agitators were out and about)
...my thoughts raced to insanity and back multiple times gearing up for an explosion of some sort. ...likely the explosive sort

brain immediately leaps in like it knows how to solve this!

Question: how important is it to me to have it such that nothing is important to me?

Answer : it's very important

...and me... the moody bit of me just can't comprehend that

(there is at least a 17 minute gap of blank right about here in this dialogue as I space out staring at whatever it is or isn't that I've apparently been staring at for whats more like 19 minutes now as I fumble to recall?)

brain again...yabadabadoo!!

Question : how come the thing I 'seem' best at remembering to do... is to forget to remember the things I forgot?

Answer : because I'm am a forgetful person

I can only take a guess that my world is not meant to make sense... and right about now the moody me is wondering why I wrote any of this at all? and I expect if the moody me goes insane about it then "strange brain" will ask me a stoooopid question