the ride

I was having a long day yesterday. I was feeling really bad and selfish about things. My whole frame was tilted just enough for me to feel like my head was going to pop. These things were true until I saw a man walking into the bank. He walked like a pretzel and had what seemed to be some form of multiple sclerosis. It is weird but I feel sometimes that there are waves of communication coming through me somehow. These communications may be imagined, they may even be leaning toward some form of psychosis. Needless to say, I suppose if one looks for these types of connections one could find them. However, these connections for me feel as though they have bulk, some sort of context within the greater scheme. Things can be strange indeed at times,but the ride is no less interesting because of it. LLc 98.2