more hallucinations.

Sometimes people just have too many ideas spinning to know what to do. Maybe it's an over-active imagination, or severe paranoia, or a lack of intellectual diligence or over-stimulation or under-stimulation. Maybe all of these, or some of these, or something else? Do people commune with the dead? There are thoughts coming from somewhere. Some are disturbing. Some are distracting but otherwise benign. Where are they coming from? Thoughts are products of our environment much more than a commodity that we "create". Our environment is bigger and more complex than is imaginable. I'm not becoming all gawd-smacked here, I'm just rambling in an attempt to open my mind up to the wonder, danger, and timelessness of this moment right now. I want them to speak to me. The winged-saucer folk. The space goats. The ghosts. I need to know how to proceed, because the way I'm going now is not cutting the proverbial mustard seed.

ramblings

No amount of pleading that the web we have spun and then promptly stuck ourselves in is not "real-life" can save us. The nerds and geeks and scientists are having their revenge on the jocular, and taking as much of the rest of the population as they can with them. Anything you type is neither your property nor secure from the eyes of the diabolical who choose to view it and perhaps use it to plot your disgrace and downfall. I believe a certain junkie by the name of K.D. Cobain once said it best: "Just because you're paranoid/ Don't mean they're not after you". The double negative can still be put to use heightening pessimism in this language, so quit your grammatical goose-stepping. I am a fly in a web. Or maybe a wasp? Where is my sting? That hyper-active, self-important four-eyed (thus bespectacled?) robot arachnid is closing in and I am in dire need of repellent.