Conspiring Mind
May 21, 2009
I could be a conspiracy theorist. I think too much. I analyze too much. And I could convince an Eskimo that he not only needs a refrigerator, but a deep freezer to go with it. I can believe. I can make others believe.
No, I’m not saying I have any power over anyone. Other than the power of manipulation. Not manipulation in the ill sense of the word; just in the sense that if I want you to believe my point or in the very least leave thinking I may be right, I can.
Dazed and Confused?
May 11, 2009
I think. A lot. It’s apparent, I think, with the posts sometimes that I post and the ideas that I spout, but I think. A lot.
I don’t like my mind really. I don’t. Simply because I don’t feel normal. That’s right. I don’t feel normal and I don’t like that feeling. I don’t feel normal because I don’t think about normal stuff…I think.
I think about death, I think about old people, and I think about spiritual warfare, but very little about everything else. Sure bills and work, but apart from that, my mind is cluttered.
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