I’m addicted to writing. Don’t know why but I love to write. I love to write if it makes sense. I love to write if it does not. It just is fun to write!

In my world of self there exists many worlds, worlds that are separate and isolated, worlds that mix and merge. It is…wonderful!

Most of what I see no one could possibly come close to understanding. Even those who understand something still have no clue to what is out there…all around and everywhere.

Time flowing forward and backwards, bouncing like a ball on a basketball court. Time stopping and flipping circles causing more circles to stop and flip and then collide. Time for me really has no concept, no ‘set’ point. It is as arbitrary as the math so many people embrace.

Mathematics. Calculus. Physics. Quantify. Add. Subtract. Equal.

No drugs needed. No insanity. No crazy. Nothing even bordering on the impossible as what I’ve seen is as real as anything a human can feel with whatever sense or emotion possessed.

Have you ever visited yourself in the past? Maybe call it a ‘haunting’? Ha! I have. Or, how about the future? How about other universes? How about all that? Ha!

Taking for granted,the impossible and questioning the validity of accepted reality.

Hello Robin. How was your day?

(the answer is: It was over before it began and began before it was over. As such, it was another ‘good’ day.)

It is…

It always has been and always will be..

It comes as it  has come before and will come again…

It is…

The Monster