I guess it’s a bit sad but at this point in my life, the only discernible consistency I can find is the presence of monkey’s and telephone’s. I’m a bit sick these day’s (that’s what you call it when your S.S.R.I.’s are fucking and not helping you) and perhaps my imagery keeps me from driving off the Bluffs, Yeeehhhaaa ! No worries I don’t drive. I do need balance and the will to fight off ideas of dismemberment and such. Maybe the monkey and the telephone aren’t that sad after all, I think they support me when I walk.