Shimmering, Clear and Not Seen

Normal mood swings are both pleasant and terrifying.
I keep forgetting why I write this stuff. I write because I want young people to see that nothing has changed about human nature. Maybe I can provide the clue in the ," I don't have a clue?", category. Sometimes I feel like apologizing for writing such stuff. But I put it down anyway so that people will know that life takes us up and down the scales. Something like Jerry Lee and Little Richard, as they glide their fingers across the ivory and black keyboards.
This is an example of where the mind goes on one of these swings. It is a little harsh.
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This site may offend your sensible logic. This site may push your mind to thoughts that are not normal. This sight may step on your toes. If you thought you had an open mind, without prejudice, you may have to rethink your state of being. We form opinions that keep us in our own world/category. We are all prejudice, just a click away from what we thought was normal behavior. Your prejudice will rise like sweet cream.
I am not what you think, Laurel is not what you think. We are not strait, we are not hippies. We are beings on this planet. We are the abused children, grown now adults. We are not at the bottom or top of any pecking order. Our intelligence is clear, our abuse has not ended. We carry a bitter pill strapped to our backs.
She is not one of you, she is not one of me. I am not one of hers, I am not one of yours. Me with my long hair and her with her flower tattoo. She in her suit and me in my white socks. Are we subjects to ridicule? The rumor is true, we are creatures dressed in funny cloth walking and talking on this planet that we have named Earth.
You may have to roll up your windows and lock your doors. Cinch up your colorful tepee. I will offend you sense of normal behavior.
Sometimes were in a safe haven, sometimes were in hell. Such are the feelings of mortal beings. Sometimes were nonentities, today that is where my head is at, shimmering, clear and not seen.
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