Sometimes I think I’m absolutely crazy. But no ones knows unless, well, you are me or you can read my mind. But then I think that I’m most likely not the only one with such thoughts, if can think of it then someone else can probably think of it too. At this very moment the words runnings through my mind is too fast for me to type. But just going to try and get as much of it down in the next few minutes, every thought, every word I can catch. Is it weird that I like observing myself? I mean isn’t that just so self indulgent? I always say that if you can spend five minutes in my mind, I’d probably mind fuck the shit out of you. Maybe I should back myself up when I make a statement like that, one, if I really were smart enough, science wise, specifically to do with chemicals and horticulture, I have figured out a way to evilly dominate the world and also make history by being the only person to make a one time exception for capital punishment. Nothing gruesome, but I just figured out a way for mass murder. However, since I have my head pretty much screwed on properly and I’m not a crazy psychopath, the world is safe. Although I honestly those thoughts are not really that fucked up, im just stating a truth that if everyone payed attention and was aware, something like that could easily happen, so really this is scratching the surface of the parcels of energy swimming around in my head. No proofread in if done here, just a continuation of thoughts. Back to the idea of crazy, i do know one thing I’m pretty damn good at, being calm. On the outside. It is the nature state one appears to be at. It’s like walking past a building that is a reflective glass facade, I am exactly a reflection of what you see, you see what you want to see, yes that can open up any way that you can view a person, I canbe nice, or I can be a bitch, or warm, ignorant, arrogant, self obsessed, whatever you want to see me as, I can be and I can project. But someone please. Throw a fucking stone and break my windows. I’ve blackjacked. I have built a fortress in the process of it, trapped myself. So many walls, I’ve locked out the freedom, and contained the heat. Temperatures rising in this coal factory, the only worker alive, feeding the energy through each thought. When did pure gold, turn into black gold?