Watching Paint Dry

Actually, that was last Monday. Tonight I am watching an air mattress dry. While watching The X-Files. Paper maps, large cell phones with an antenna you need to pull out. How the years pass and the last few decades are so different from each other in so many every day ways. Yet people are still as insane as ever... hating... fighting... fearing. I live in a different madhouse in my mind, wishing I could share it, but I've still not found another mind with a madhouse compatible with mine. No fear, no hate, no fight. Who can actualize the words I write? No fear. No hate. No fight. Who will share such a madness tonight.

Most people have no idea what unconditional really is.

How about you?

Narf :)