Not quite right. A bit off.

I'm manic. I'm reeling. I'm not directionless. I'm omnidirectional.

I'm caught in loops that can't escape my mind. Spinning around; they cant get off the conveyor belt. They sit there with legs crossed and arms folded, a dull look in their eyes. Not quite human: malicious dolls waiting their turn in the uncanny valley. Chop chop chop.

chop.

Carve it down. Whittle and hew. Sculpt a place in the universe. Make it change. Tear it down.

Don't know what flipped the switch. Matters not. Switch got flipped. Bitch got tipped. Turned on.

Nothing is ever going to be the same again. Until it is.

Plugged in and passive. Consuming and excreting at a constant rate. Unfazed and content while the other half is screaming. Ultrasonic, unheard. Looking for the few brief moments of clarity.

There is a chance. An opening. In that time the words come flooding out rapidly and without order. Streaming out into a puddle on the floor. Its all there but its all wrong.

Try to scoop them up into piles but they just sink back together oozing and dripping and mixing. Diluted and devoid of meaning. Signal to noise ratio.

Night ride: panic and excitement. Branches grasping for the stars streaming by. Faster till blurred. Pothole. They are still streaming, I'm motionless.

Pretending to read. Words stare back, so many hieroglyphs spread about the page. Got to fit in, good at blending. He thinks he can blend with any medium. They have their suspicions: he's not quite right. Telltale signs and inconsistencies. Its all a bit off.

Humans like consistency across individuals. They like nothing more than to relate to something they thought was their own. I thought I was the only one who did that! wow.

All the same. Be the same. Behave. Beehive.

Apoptosis. Its autumn and you haven't changed a thing. Just another small part of the pile of leaves. Soon the tree will rot and the leaves will become fodder for a new tree. Meet the new tree, same as the old tree.

The fuzzy blue print of the mimeograph. The old cassette tape. Follow the instructions. You can be us too!

Its rude to tell people that their German last names are oddly fitting. Don't be rude to Andrew Klein.

Mobius.