So frustrated am i, My Mind is not my -Own- Yet it should be. I'm the one who has to walk around with it on my Shoulders. Perhaps i need a - No Trespassing - Notice attached to my Forehead, with Neon Lights a-blazing, Flame Throwers, and some sort of Contraption that looks rather Sophisticated, Yet has no other purpose other then to look Sophisticated. My Mind has been so harrassed lately, and i feel now it certainly is not Fair. I tried to tie it to a Leash, and pull it along side my Heel. To this moment i have not yet Suceeded in Training my Mind to -Heel !! I can not Function Soley on *Eeny Meeny Mynie Moe* It has it's draw backs, like that loud screaming Voice in my Head is now Silent. It usually gets me into a Rut - Then back out. Much like Insurance, and Automobiles. I am now a vessel of Emptyness, my Bones rattle so loudly now, with the Departure of my Conscience/Mind. This is definately an Item that will not be in the Lost Property Box at Reception awaiting Recollection. My Ginger Ale-Amiter now reads - So Low you're leaving Hull scrapes along the Runway. Please Return my Mind, just as neat and tidy as you found it. Please make sure the Magazines are all stacked beneath the Kick Table, for no-one likes Magazines stuck to their sticky World-Worn Sweats. Ohh i don't know... I need my Conscience back. So Please appeal, Return now, own up and nothing further will be Said/Actioned. Return to the same Cold Cobalt Blue Walls, have i. Alone yes. Bothered no. Monkey monkey swinging in a Tree.. Monkey Monkey can't see me.... ---------- I found my Mind again. I accidentally placed it into the Blender. Damnit, now i don't have enough -Mental Glue to fix it. So i'll just leave it scattered about the Floor, Like the bits of knotted hair that slip off my Comb. And forget about it, until it comes time to do the Vacuuming - Speaking of which... Never gets done. I guess this Entire Entry is in Vain.