And then it all became clear, listening to Frank Zappa sing about Plastic People and thinking, yeah, people are plastic! - and then looking back to just before I first went to Mexico, when I wanted to run around San Diego shopping malls barking at pensioners because they didn't seem real, just robots - that this is what happens when you're ready for some change: just barking at the outside world and thinking it deficient 'cos mistakenly not remembering that it's all just of a reflection of you inside anyways. Ya dig?
In any case, my girlfriend's a mental health professional and when I tell her I'm just a lumbering caveman being powered by a lever-pulling dictator-bee who makes me type and type and type she just smiles and goes to bed with her book. Dig her man! That's Inez. Everything's okay by her. She just says, well if the bee was making you unhappy or do bad things then I'd have cause for concern: but you seem extremely happy; that's what she says.
Bzzzzzzz! ;-)
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