Egos...
Some get larger
And some get smaller
Some talk to themselves constantly
Some are invaded by voices talking to them
Some think that tv programs were arranged especially for them
Some never have this, or what is the opposite?
Too big, too small heads,
That's all.
Time to see a headshrinker.
Last counselor I had kept my head too small when it needed puffing up
actually.
I have had a positive paranoia...
I don't get critical voices
I've sometimes gotten an audience that reacts to what I do as if I was
on stage
I have thought all the songs were somehow made for me
I have a big head sometimes.
Other times it is too small and everyone's out to get me.
I used to talk out loud to myself in my apartment constantly
Maybe I can channel this flow some day and do some writing.
I like to read decent books about the Ego, I can't write formal papers
too well any more, but I can understand when I read stuff like Viktor
Frankl and Jung etc.
When will my head be the right size?
I had an old punk rock poet boyfriend who wrote a song about head, and
coming inside one
You never know with some people, if they are big or small that day.
Damn, I do wish I could channel all this and do some real writing.
Oh well some day.
Youall are helping me get there by having this space to write to,
I don't want to talk to the air or God any more
Don't let my voice get too big or too small, thank you.
Used to look in the mirror all the time too, practice my faces with
makeup
Now don't
I'm going to get a webcam maybe soon,
Egos,
Perhaps I am only talking to myself again or talking to God,
Or perhaps someone out there is actually listening now.
Good morning. It's coffee hour at my house. Coffee does things to your
head too,
Who wants to come play at my house today?
I had a lot of parties at my house as a teenager and there were some
drugs,
I sure didn't need them, my head already got big and small on its own
without help,
My brother had an even bigger head, he was in a popular band, and he
helped make sure my little sister head stayed small, mean old Big
Brother
I can really freak you out sometimes because sometimes my delusional
thinking is true, they really are watching me,
Ha ha I will get my revenge on all the artists and make my own art
someday and my head will be big,
A friend would be concerned about whether my head was too big or too
small today... how is Alison's head today, is it too big or too small
today?
Do you want to come over to my house and smoke some pot again?
Or does that scare you to death?
Or come over to my house and we can dress in black now and take pills
instead of tie dye and pot.
Someday we could all wear white and go to heaven... is your soul pure
yet?
My white Civic is twelve years old and has only 62,000 miles on it.
Columbia was a small place.
Don't let me trip you out, oh if you are having the small head today
and my voice is invading you,
Perhaps I am only talking to God again, or being creative and getting
ready to write something, like lyrics to a song...
Or maybe head is too small and talking to the stoned wall...
Good day.
I really must write all this down someday. Oh I am,
Thank you for sometimes answering back, lovely A.S.S.
Good day.
Nobody is playing at my house today, or buying tickets.
Having mental illness is sometimes like being a rock star. But I don't
need to do drugs and go on stage, I'm already naturally high and feel
like I am on stage, YOU do it.
I'll get my OWN underground cult following, you musicians, I will
write a book and you'll all be in my world, my dream now, my words, ha
ha ha big revenge, big love, big hate, big romance, big art,
Art imitates life or life imitates art, which one dear sunshine head?
Oh he is blond,
I really must copyright this all someday,
Just don't make the real voices go away.
Without going out of my door,
I can know all things in heaven, how does that go,
Not mine, now who wrote that first?
Soul process, pyschology process,
Trip you out baby, just trying to not let the real voices stop... no
words,
Oh that too, the negatives and much taking care of business,
Good morning Borg, I hope you have read this and like it, I told you I
was Lieutenant Commander Data Entry at one point with all my makeup
and business clothing, but doing boring work, very depressed, How are
you today?
Good day. It is coffee hour at my house.
Caffiene is good, thanks for the advice, head too small today?
Don't be scared by all the art in music and on tv, they are not
talking to you,
It's just an endless process of soul development and artists going
through the motions, rock and roll, smoke some pot and go on stage or
stay home and take pills alone,
Someone out there is messing with my head.
Well, you see there were no voices for a long time except the dead
ones on the recorded music, the real voices all went away, and so did
mine eventually,
The only one I was talking to was God, not you.
Good day.
I wasn't talking to you or writing about you,
It was just a process of making art,
Come over and have some coffee now dear.
Anonymous waits backstage while they sing to you,
But I have a voice too, you bastards,
Now I'm just talking to myself, where did you go? Oh I didn't write
anything or come out to play,
Well ha ha ha, now everyone can come to my house to play again because
I can get a camera on myself and broadcast myself from home, it's my
game again,
You'll all be sorry you didn't pay any attention,
Good day Borg, see I'm glad you are a Queen because I have been very
lonely, go ahead and write some more stuff about alien life.
We will start an underground revolution, a band, or something,
Just the muses singing again
Did I tell you it's coffee hour at my house? I never have any company
any more.
Girl30 wrote a book and I am jealous,
Yap yap yap it's just girl talk yap yap yap yap yap
ha ha ha
And mirrors
Many mirrors, mirrors all day long,
Is anyone still paying attention? Oh you were?
I thought I was talking to God,
Oh but God is love,
Peace, dear artists, mentally ill, angels, and drug users, peace unto
you.
by Anonymous
just rambling again, time to ramble on.
Good day.
I have to go make sandwiches a little later no more fun.
Have a nice one. My alarm clock is going off and I'm just up drinking
coffee.
How are you?
If you ignore me I know how to keep yapping forever, Big Brother, and
annoy the hell out of you, or I could scream and kick,
yap yap yap.
Good day.
Oh you thought my yapping would never stop? Oh so wrong. So small. I
need to get even again, not too big too small, just on the right path.
Perhaps I am just talking to myself.
I'm going to go back to the textbook company and maybe this time I
will avoid all the damned office jobs and just stay in the warehouse,
I like to throw books around a lot, that was fun. REAL books, heavy
ones all day long, little old me has moved two tons of books around a
warehouse as a team leader, putting them in bulk storage, thousands
and thousands of books moved in a day, if I thought like Edgar Cayce
and thought all the knowledge would sink in by osmosis and being near
them I would be something these days. Law books are heavy stuff. My
other brother has a JD degree and is a prosecuting attorney for a
desert state, so don't mess with little old me, Big Brother will get
you.
My big brothers, two of them,
So proud of you I was, one underground musician, one prosecuting
attorney for the state.
And my daddy was a Ph.D.
Boyfreind was artist,
What does all this make me?
Just (insert name here)
Anonymous.
Good day my friends if you have read this far.
I'm just working out again, running on the trails in Columbia, MO by
myself, damn that was beautiful, running the trails for miles,
Need to go running on the trail, or sit by myself and talk to God
How's the coffee today? I made mine a little better, it was too strong
it turns out,
Or do you want some sweet tea? Actually we don't have that, that's too
Southern, just kidding,
His name was Ray, and then there's Alice's Restaurant, haven't seen
that one in a while, don't remember it
Life imitates art imitates life,
And the muses are singing,
Good day my friends. The coffee may be a bit strong at my house.
But you may like espresso and such if you have read this far,
I need to go get dressed at some point, damn I have to look in the
damened mirror again.
yap yap yap yap yap.
I'm just going to sing to the other muses and ignore you bastards.
Have some too strong coffee.
Good day
Egos, let's take pills and get big and small. The coffee's a bitstrong at my house 
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