My Posse sleeps w/da fishes, lol......
[Late ed: Jesus was alive in me, even in THIS post.] Am I sane or am I "insane"???? The eternal question put to the "mad." (of which many have been "called."), lol...(pause)...I am taking massive doses of anti-psychotics and surviving well...built up a ton of debts over the years, but the government may pay them...'live in the projects: a nice place, w/my beloved wife...'making some social progress,now...seems that the rate of my success is inversely-proportional to the amount of artificial chemicals changing me, lol...God only knows what by-products I, or anyone, are producing, but they ain't toxic, yet, (after 33+ years)...and I guess I'm about as "sane" as anyone????....It's a life...wouldn't NOT recommend it, in light of the FACT that this "lifestyle" is spreading, all over the known world, like a friggin' Freudian pebble in a very smalll pond: Don't rock the boat: It'll friggin LAND on you...(pause) I actually MISS "the twilight zone" as I'm now calling the unexplainable thoughts/ideas which changed my behavior in "my old life," (pre-injections of anti-psychotics+ orals+ new meds, coming, lol)...would I escape to a life of "Conan the Barbarian"???? AND LEAVE ALL THIS "COMFORT"???? not
