BIPOLAR

They all reduce bipolarity to a kind of 'sickness', because for all of them, stability is the one and only treasure to be...well 'treasured';

And where do one finds this 'Holy Graal', this societal gem, bleating heart hiding within each and every socially structure network? Just reach for the monkey money, fill one's own life bladder until one blows 'tha-self' into shreds which then are picked-up by the said network and then..oh yeah!...them all are pickled back into a zombie, a clone, a yelling mask, forever congealed into the one ultimate yell...money...Money...

Then we are told that a 'creative' entity is an affliction, a kind of Ebola world into which nothing remains the same; funny that all should think of Life as an Ebola Demon to be Cured...

For me, since crawling out of this anonymous placenta, people from all venues either brand me Crazy or Intelligent;

Problem is they all see but one side of my coin, my life, for my life is within the space between my coin's two sides;

Spaced out all