Tuesday, Jul. 02, 2002 - 7:42 p.m.

Crazy. Pure crazy. It's everywhere you go. Or not, but it might be, and you might not notice, because you're crazy too.

Maybe the real world is full of screaming gnomes, tappings on walls, whisperings in your ears, more screaming gnomes(they're blue - but not in the bad, smurfy, way. They're bad in a totally original way.) and, well, lots of other things that you think are crazy (there's a clown with blood dripping from his mouth behind you, his teeth or pointy) and.. maybe everyone's too insane to notice it!

Note: This entry isn't actually attempting any thoughtfulness, it's just an excuse to talk about scary, crazy things.

Burning gnomes could be hanging from your ceiling RIGHT NOW.. but you're so absorbed in your own little 'normal' world, that you can't see it. You can't smell that roasting gnome flesh, your brain won't accept it as real... and the sounds of their high pitched wails, their "aaaaaaaarrsssssssssshhhk!!! fllleeeeeb!!" and the pop, and crackle, and spit, as they're slowly turned into a little charred pile of gnome ash. Interesting imagery there, heh. But yes, there could be a whining, purple monkey on your head, and your brain might not be registering it. Maybe this is all a dream and your dreams are real. Maybe fiction is reality and reality is fiction. Maybe the more imaginative people are the ones with the best grip on reality, the ones who can see what's really out there. Hah, I ramble like I know what I'm talking about, but I don't, so don't believe this, just read it anyway.

(By the way, there is a monkey on your head, I can see him.)

Um...

Yeah.

People are craaaaaaaazy.