[kahljorn]

Medications are lame, because of them we lost all our soothsayers and Seers. What a waste.

Schitzophrenia runs in my family, both of my uncles are schitzophrenic. One is drug induced, one is just natural(but drugs helped I'm sure). They say the later needs to be medicated, and he does if he doesn't want to see God in a milk carton. He's always happy though, after breakfast, and he's had a nice conversation with God. Or he left the liquor store and bought cigarettes for Jesus and left them in the Fridge next to milk.
How could you want to medicate someone who has found God. He drinks alot of milk, stays healthy. The only bad thing is he wanders the streets for months at a time and smokes lots of crack. But the love is there.

I'm mostly Bi-polar, mood swings are fun. One day you want to sleep, the next you can naturally be up hyper dance style, writing like Chigi the left handed guy who sings in a spoon. Yogurts pretty good when you think about it. One day you're sad, the next day you're glad you were sad but then you get mad and the thoughts you had become bad and your dad hates your latest fad.
Occasionally when it's dark out I see black cats, these blackcats soon transform into such objects as soap containers and the like. It's my spirit guide I'm content to say, occasionally when high enough I see a wolf, or hear the hymning. You know that hymning noise, it's important. An electric impulse is occasional, with that slight glee and danger surrounding it. You can't help but wonder what the fuck I'm talking about. Light fringes on vision often tranforms into celestial wisps, dancing to and fro in the lack of my comfort, in the space of my transcending of current.